Mordred Lies Dying

TW: Descriptions of war and death

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Mordred Lies Dying 

 

Mordred Lies Dying On The Barren Land Of Camlann

He Has Given His Sword To The Lungs Of The King

And Now In Turn He Must Die

With Eyes Upturned Toward The Sky

He Sees His Mothers’ Face And Down Her Tears Flow In The Likeness Of Rain

“Skyward Beyond The Clouds There Is A Holy, Consecrated House.

And Within Dwells The Highest God And To Him, I Cast My Soul.

Now, Come The Day When All Must Go To Their Last And Eternal Home. 

With Wings Of Light Or Fangs Of Fire.

But For Now I Have Breath In These Lungs Of Sin, That Cursed The Lives Of 

Gods’ True Sons.

Rebuked Shall He Be Who Scorns With Gluttony 

And Partakes In The Fruits Of The Lords’ Servants.”

 

What Mirth Is Found In The Sword?

 

What Peace Is Found In War?

 

What Joy Is Found In Blood?

 

What Life Is Found In Death?

 

Like Father, Like Son

 

HERE LIES SIR MORDRED