The Winter King

Facing the west to a distant land
Gazing out to the sea
Standing on Cornwall’s rocky shore
The crashing waves far below me
I heard a woman calling my name
Her voice the voice of a friend
And she said
«Now hear me, I’m Morgan le Fey
Let me tell you a story with no end.»
The life of a man, the life of a King
The love for a Queen
Pendragon of Britain
Sovereign of the Land
The mightiest warrior ever seen
The Magic Sword in his hand
Like lightning, cut through the air
A gift of the Goddess
Lady of the Lake
To Valiant Arthur, the Bear
In the heart of Dumnonia
Stands a tower
An Isle on a sea of glass
Where Merlin planned
The Old Gods of the Land
Would return to Britain at last
Twelve of the Thirteen Treasures were there
Clyddno Eiddin’s Cauldron
The quest
On Prydwen they sailed
Into the Otherworld
None but seven
Returned from the west
Facing the west to a distant land
Gazing out to the sea
Standing on Cornwall’s rocky shore
The Crashing waves far below me
I see a ship disappear in the mist
That shines like silver and bronze
Carrying the body
Of the Wounded King
To be healed in Avalon