A Dream of Albion: A King Arthur Poem
Whispers of the past, haunting me forever, dancing in my very veins, speaking to me of days long gone, and heroes long dead. A memory, but not my own. Names, living only in distant memories…
Whispers of the past, haunting me forever, dancing in my very veins, speaking to me of days long gone, and heroes long dead. A memory, but not my own. Names, living only in distant memories…
One crisp October day, King Arthur and his trusted knight, Sir Lancelot, set out from Camelot. They brought no companions other than their horses, as it was a cloudy day with adventure in the…
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