Excalibur

Excalibur
7-4-17

O, blessed the bounty
Just to live in York County
Rehearsing unto our fathers
By salvation and its salve
Leading our flocks away
Like to be cast off
For the river of constant change
Repenting nigh unto death
I am born of the Spirit
O, Cauldron of Bounty
Belonging to the Dagda
About which I know nothing about
So much to say and so little time
For carnal and fallen state in nowise
To inherit such greeting
Nuada just found out
To be Italian among Arthur's Excalibur
He finds the ring and stands up to sing...





Sword Of Nuada
7-4-17

Upon a modest road
In carnal and fallen state
Nothing to hate
He sent his angels to shrink
Because the glance of we with sore eyes
In need of salve by a large and lengthy chapter
I lose track of its gist
Where he opened on the deep
When it was time to awaken out of sleep
Come illumination our attribute of wisdom
Going to an indoor picnic
Bearing the sword of Nuada
On our O.T. we recompose
If it works that way for you and I
O, curious apparel of Osirus
A god needs his balance....