As I Lay Dying
They carry me and my mind wanders for what have I done. To lead these men to their demise my rage at their loss is folly. My kingdom lay in ruins spurned by my own blood. I fought and slain my own blood. My wife and her love stolen from me. I may finally rest but my soul will not staring towards the shrouded sky my mind flickers back to the events. They pass me my birth, my rite, my rule, my deeds. The duel of dragon and bear, man and giant. Still so vivid within the annals of my memory delivering the mortal blow for Christians just as I had slain Lucius for Briton. Kay despite his wounds knelt before me, Lionel mutilated beyond recognition, Bedivere felled when driven through. Was Lucius's death worth so many knights. Gawain the good most beloved of all my vassals felled by Mordred as he felled me. I feel as if I had a hand in his death with Mordred bearing my blood. I am filled with regret as I recall the dream of great Kings of old who fell at the height of their power. "I led them to this fate" I draw my last breath filled with regret. Forgive me.