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The Taking Of Excalibur
"Take it!"
Sword, stabbed in rock.
Wrought of iron,
forged in Hades' grasp.
The forest air green,
fresh and light.
Leaves drift around the knight.
"Take it!"
High above, clouds dance.
Hawks glance down to the clearing below,
a ringed hollow,
bronze with wood,
path swept with mud
where Arthur, boy,
and Merlin stood.
The eye of the eagle blinked,
and the bird sank.
Hand extended,
grasped and wrested.
Destiny was seized.
A west breeze.
Trees sweep up.
Lightning struck,
with a cracking deep and savage boom.
The world shook.
The sword was took.
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