Once upon a time, there
was a young vibrant
boy himself, he live a
enchanted life, he
conquered his land his
country his brilliant and
intelligent world to be,
until the night rises
perfectly, he looked at
the sword into and onto
his magical eye, the sword
become a true
legend on the high steal
stone, that boy whom
jumped the fence of
England finest hour, all
his people was watching
him to pull the sword
off the stone, so he
walked close to the magical
sword, when he touched it
handily like it is, it
lights up, he grabbed like
the fistful and gripped
and righteous hand, pulled
that thing up to sky
high, he became the true
king, all his people
to bow to him and said...
long live king
Arthur, the boy smiled
handsomely, he wear his
kingly robe as red velvet,
and a golden crown
over his head, he can rule
his kingdom in his
own lovable heart within,
he got the power of
mankind, he had strength
and love out there
completed and confirmed
Written by
Michael James Brindley
7-23-16
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