Not a creature was stirring / As the man stepped within / His uncertain eyes / Glanced around / With faces in every tree / And fog eternally / A man's greatest fears / All abound
But the quest was too dear / For a moment of fear / Each man marking the / Waning clock / Wace's spawn was precarious / But its heart had the cure / The light of Myrrdin / Glowing bright
So with step after step / Our hero trudged on / A mark of the courage / Of Tyr / Till at last in the night / Was a glade blazing bright / At the center a light / Of a god
Arthur opened his eyes / The pain washed away / Again he could breathe and live / But his joy caught abrupt / When he saw his proud father / Withering away at his side / One phrase passed between them / A life contained within / "I love you, my darling son" / So Arthur held dear / To his father's crumbling build / And our hero felt the radiance / Within his son as he died