A ligkaribe Poem - "Knights of the circle"

this was a contest poem, for poems about bravery and the lack of it in todays age?

“Nights of the circle” by likgaribe on Nov 10 (Contest-Poem) (This was an entry for the contest No Bravery Anymore [Contest] by Child of WaterPosted on Nov 10.

“Knights of the circle”
When I was King Arthur
In the year of the chieftains
The time of Saxon invaders and wolf warriors
I called unto me
The brotherhood of supremacy
The knights of the round table

This was the time
When the old gods were in danger
Talk of a mighty desert king
A new religion of the cross
The Celtic priestesses, were unhappy
And the Druid priests discontented

It was a time of disloyalty
Cut throats and vagabonds of first class trade
Ruled in the deep green forest recesses
of middle earth
Alliances were fragile and faith only
A story for wee ones at fire side

I was only a man child then
A lad no more than sixteen
They were men of valor and gallantry
Proud and refusing to bend
They scoffed that they wanted a man
for king, a man of whiskers, a man of deeds

I sought to save this land
This beautiful middle earth
I sought their pledges and fealty
The promise of their blood and valor
I dreamed of peace and shared alliances
Yes I sought to establish, a perilous order

This was my destiny as I understood it
“The emblem and agency of my identity”
“Immovable for so long in the black rock”
The blue sword called Excalibur
after years of sinister silence
came away easily in the palm of my hand

It was a sign he said
A sign of blood and lineages
Drawn and entwined in my being
As the twirling roots of the mighty oak
For I was son of Ingram the last queen of the Celts
I Aquila Reagalis Thor High King of all Britainia

He would have none of my weakness or doubts
He abode not my protests of youth
For he said it was not my destiny alone
Not my life alone
But the life of middle earth
the future of empathy in chivalry

He was protector of middle earth
The one of whom I cannot speak
But you know him
He was protector of this time and age
Of this species of brave ones
Of this race of humans

When I was King Arthur
In the year of the chieftains
The time of Saxon invaders and wolf warriors
I called unto me
The brotherhood of the supremacy
The knights of the circle


“forsaken by our dreams,
Naked but for our stories,
With only the stars for food,
The four directions for shelter,
And the spirit of all that we love
Our only companion,
We live as warriors of
A perilous order,
Champions of kindness,
Who battle for virtue?
In the ruthless war of survival”

The knights are the embodiment of bravery and the round table is a sign of their empathy, bravery and empathy - inseparable