Friday, 21 June 2013

A Ballad for Midsummer by Prince Elphin of Avalon



Prince Elphin of Avalon
A year long in Avalon Arthur slept
While his queen in fairest Camelot wept,
And a damsel with the Sword of Light
Fought shadows summoned by the evil knight.

A single jewel Arthur left with his queen
When he rode to battle on Camlann’s green;
Mordred’s axe cut the fearless king down
The day a dragon stole Camelot’s crown.

A stranger came on Arthur’s Day
To claim the maid of Morgan Le Fay
So Camelot’s champion rode out to fight,
One boy and his lance against a knight.

In Dragonland the crown lies hidden
Where Mordred and his men have ridden,
And druids of old breathed their last
Keeping the secrets of Pendragons past.

Arthur’s knights rode out at first light
With Sword and Lance both shining bright,
To hunt the traitor who killed their king
In valleys shadowed by the dragon’s wing.

Arthur’s great army fought on the plain
But their horses stumbled in the rain
Attacked by dragons, their blood ran red
In mist-bound valley their captive fled.

The thief lured Rhianna from the hill
Through valleys where ancient stones stand still
And enemies lurk in shadowed wood
To catch a damsel with their muffling hood.

Dragon riders of great renown
Were those who wore the Pendragon crown.
The Jewel of Annwn shines far and wide
Yet its smallest stones do secrets hide.

Darkness was Rhianna’s fate
Buried at Annwn’s ancient gate,
Where ghosts and shadows haunt the hills
And river of death from the rockface spills.

A finger of rock did point the way
To mountain high at close of day,
Where deep inside the dragon’s hoard
Harp and Lance shall find the Sword.

Fire blazed from every druid hill
Calling men afar, their blood to spill.
Over the sea Mordred’s army did ride
While the living drowned on its ghostly tide.

Camelot stood against the flood,
Her walls surrounded by lakes of blood
And ditches filled with demons dread,
When a damsel rode back from the dead.

A traitor sits at the table round,
Prince of Camelot, as yet uncrowned.
But only the true and rightful heir
Shall rule the knights who gather there.

Two Lights shone bright in Camelot’s hall
Where a dark knight sat among them all.
When Sword is set against the Crown,
Then shall Mordred be struck down.

That night they built a funeral pyre
To burn the traitor in cleansing fire.
Arthur's jewel to the Crown restored
May bring back Camelot’s rightful lord.


 
Read the full story in Crown of Dreams, Book 3 of the Pendragon Legacy, out now in hardcover from Templar.


More about Rhianna Pendragon and Prince Elphin at: www.katherineroberts.co.uk/page3.htm



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