The Lost Land of Lyonnesse
(Written in the style of Tennyson's 'The Lady Of Shalott')
Part 1
From out beyond the end of land
Past wretched rocks and soft white sand
Sea breath flusters pink clover and
Seagulls' mighty wings expand
To float on Wind's caress
And up and down the fish boats go
Where tides still may ebb and flow
Sun delves deep and lights aglow
The land of Lyonnesse
Part II
Did Arthur's feet in ancient time
Find jagged rocks in warmer clime
Luring Mordred to face his crimes
As Merlin's quake caused waves to climb
Over in Death's caress
And on melting white horses ride
Anger and vengeance untied
So, lost on the morning's new tide
The land of Lyonnesse
Part III
On certain days when wind is right
Old church bells toll her hidden plight
And some will swear glimpsing a sight
Of towers spiralling water's height
To feel Sun's caress
But many past this place have sail'd
Onward, unheeded, blind and unhail'd
Her secrets will never be unveil'd
The Lost Land of Lyonnesse
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