This is an old poem I am publishing here for archival purposes. It was never updated until now. I believe I wrote it circa 2001, but the hard copy is not dated.
The sword has been drawn from the stone
pointing towards a familiar road
The moment of birth I chose to walk it
No awareness that it was lonely and chaste.
I knelt before the lake in meditation.
The Lady’s voice echoes across the pond,
“You question Self, Love, and Destiny.
Though your path is narrow
it was set since the Dawn
and will not end until Dusk.”
Riddles, confusion, tears held in time.
The waves gave only rippled reflection.
Truth masked by steel armor and helm
Protection encumbering my movement.
“They will see your passion.
They will see your flame.
Just as Merlin awoke Arthur’s dragon,
The Dragon will awaken you.
Who will share that pain?
Who will be your Guinevere?”