Where is the SWORD IN THE STONE?
to be pulled for peace and,
sitting at table round,
Sooo many Knights and saints and Kings and Queens, earls and barons,
dukes and lords and ladies,
counts and emporers of renown,
All my relations gather around
I am guided by the Power
reaping where others have sown,
the power of their accomplishments,
the Joy of Being Known.
To cry for Peace
to mourn and fast
to pray for surcease for all the poor and homeless lads and lassies
"A pelican in her piety,
a golden nest, atop a vair de ben gu
and no war motto."
Stop war! my ancestors cry
we have fought and died
On both sides.
To cry for Peace
With pious Faith
The Stone rejected
Takes its Place.
Oh Muse!
Where art thou Hiding?
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