They walk up to it
Wrap their hands
Around the hilt
Like money-lenders
On collection day
They want the sword
The respect
The adulation
The entitlement
The power
I know she’s mine
At night, I see her.
Excalibur shines
Her light blinds
I see her truth
Lost lovers at war
Meaningless quests
Fallen kingdoms burning
The weight of the crown
I feel her in my hand
I see my death
Excalibur broken
Camelot only a tale
Told to children to
Remind them that
Nothing gold can stay
There is no magic left
Destiny’s path ruins all
Who blindly walk it
My hope is that one child
Will walk out to the mossy
Lake behind their broken
Home and squint into the sun
Waiting for a flash of metal
To rise from its depths
And remember that destiny
Is not always cruel nor kind
It is the weight of the crown
It is the smile of a woman
It is the wonder in a sunset
It is the legend left to dust
So she waits for me
The stone in the square
A shining city gleams
Excalibur beckons
Destiny calls
I can ignore it no further
Poetry Overdose 