The shadow of all that shone, the bad seed, Mordred.
He is speaking to you from the wind with a raven’s black tongue.
The wind blew cold off the sword-gray sea.
The sky clouded.
Forty babes were brought to the sea to die.
Women wept.
Why did they all have to die?
The sky clouded.
He felt the cold wind cutting into him from the sea.
A baby lay still as dawn, its silky head resting in the curve of his elbow.
Its eyes, like deep pools of indigo, took him in for a moment like a spell.
The sky clouded.
He placed the dark-eyed babe gently in the coracle with the others.
He cast off the mooring of the coracle and pushed it away from the quay.
The sky clouded.
why am i the evil seed
it was his evil that has cursed me
i had no part in what was made
but just a baby destine for king
Arthur made the evil mistake
if not him it was that evil snake
merlin himself trying to corrupt
bring a bloody faith upon new blood
cold and hungry in a ship
then i was found and laid to rest
a loving woman with a mornnful head
she took me in and raise me wise
then came a woman
with a bright golden light
she told me my faith
now i hate my life
son and nephew
born to die
i am the bastard
still with black light
a head full of hate
i shall take his life
No Castle
Not even a Tower
Great and Still
Glassy, Indigo-Green
Stopped, Water-Lilies
Swans Glided
Black, White, Dusky Blue
Herons, Gray, White, and Spangled
Gold Eye Glinting
Like Sunbeams Skimmed
Speckled Fish
Turtles Floated
Silver-Gold Hour
Hour, Before Sunset
Feathery Grass
Harp Music, Maidens Singing
Calling to Me
Flowing Like Water, Unbound
Honey Roses, Sweetly Laughing
White Falcon, Brachet song
Land of the Ever Young
Never Such a Thing Before
Avalon
So this was a lady.
“Well met, Mordred,” she said
The lady’s name, Nyneve, and she was a sorceress
I did not yet understand
Then we rode away
“You’re a true noble.” she said
“I am the one who hopes for good from you.”
I was terrified of her, I adored her
I was never to see my fishermother again
When i was a baby, My father tried to kill me
I am mordred
It was hard to be who i was:
Mordred,
the shadow of all shone,
the bad seed
And i did not at first know
that i was Mordred
And i did not at first think
to hate my Father
When i was a baby, my father tried to kill me
OH, nyneve , nyneve
thou slender chain of gold.
you will die before I am 10 years old.
If my father loved me like you do,
I would be Happy and wise.
Oh, Lynette, Lynette,
you hate me even though,
I had done nothing wrong exept be born.
I could not sleep.
Who ever said “love” to me was a fool.
On a black horse I rode
It was no use.
Down Down the spiral Staircase
there was a candle
Moregan Le Fay stood over me
Had not the strength to even pat her
lying up the lady of the water
i understood
I understood
on the seveth day
i left hope behind me
i lowered my gaze
i new the punishment
but i smiled
For i am Mordred
Why Would He Not Call Me Son
When I was a baby, my father tried to kill me.
Around and aroun within me churned this moil of hatred and misery
I hated king Arthur
I hated him with a black flame burning in my heart
I needed courage, I wanted it, I lacked it
I heared someone say thank the goodliness of our blessed King Arthur
I would rule the kingdom and people would call down blessings on me:Bless the goodliness of our liege King Mordred
I do not wish tobe a murderer
I wanted only to be-a person I barely remembered. Tad.
I am Mordred
My father, King Arthur, had no other sons
And when my father, King Arthur, died, I would rule the Kingdom
For years I believed that I as the son of King Lothe of Lothian
I was accustomed to being called a coward
I wondered what would happen to me after I killed King Arthur
My fate? MY fate? King Arthur’s fate?
It was for his sake that I was locked in this losing battle and no one cared
Why would he not call me son?
I had done nothing evil except be born
Why would he not call me son?
The Sky Clouded
The shadow of all that shone, the bad seed, Mordred.
He is speaking to you from the wind with a raven’s black tongue.
The wind blew cold off the sword-gray sea.
The sky clouded.
Forty babes were brought to the sea to die.
Women wept.
Why did they all have to die?
The sky clouded.
He felt the cold wind cutting into him from the sea.
A baby lay still as dawn, its silky head resting in the curve of his elbow.
Its eyes, like deep pools of indigo, took him in for a moment like a spell.
The sky clouded.
He placed the dark-eyed babe gently in the coracle with the others.
He cast off the mooring of the coracle and pushed it away from the quay.
The sky clouded.
My father. King Arthur.
Comment by Cecil — June 20, 2008 @ 7:13 pm
why am i the evil seed
why am i the evil seed
it was his evil that has cursed me
i had no part in what was made
but just a baby destine for king
Arthur made the evil mistake
if not him it was that evil snake
merlin himself trying to corrupt
bring a bloody faith upon new blood
cold and hungry in a ship
then i was found and laid to rest
a loving woman with a mornnful head
she took me in and raise me wise
then came a woman
with a bright golden light
she told me my faith
now i hate my life
son and nephew
born to die
i am the bastard
still with black light
a head full of hate
i shall take his life
why am i the evil seed
Comment by brian — June 20, 2008 @ 7:20 pm
Avalon
No Castle
Not even a Tower
Great and Still
Glassy, Indigo-Green
Stopped, Water-Lilies
Swans Glided
Black, White, Dusky Blue
Herons, Gray, White, and Spangled
Gold Eye Glinting
Like Sunbeams Skimmed
Speckled Fish
Turtles Floated
Silver-Gold Hour
Hour, Before Sunset
Feathery Grass
Harp Music, Maidens Singing
Calling to Me
Flowing Like Water, Unbound
Honey Roses, Sweetly Laughing
White Falcon, Brachet song
Land of the Ever Young
Never Such a Thing Before
Avalon
Comment by Lauren — June 20, 2008 @ 10:00 pm
So this was a lady.
“Well met, Mordred,” she said
The lady’s name, Nyneve, and she was a sorceress
I did not yet understand
Then we rode away
“You’re a true noble.” she said
“I am the one who hopes for good from you.”
I was terrified of her, I adored her
I was never to see my fishermother again
Comment by Angie Rheal — June 23, 2008 @ 8:42 pm
When i was a baby, My father tried to kill me
I am mordred
It was hard to be who i was:
Mordred,
the shadow of all shone,
the bad seed
And i did not at first know
that i was Mordred
And i did not at first think
to hate my Father
When i was a baby, my father tried to kill me
Comment by Karlie — June 24, 2008 @ 4:10 am
Oh, insert mname here.
OH, nyneve , nyneve
thou slender chain of gold.
you will die before I am 10 years old.
If my father loved me like you do,
I would be Happy and wise.
Oh, Lynette, Lynette,
you hate me even though,
I had done nothing wrong exept be born.
I could not sleep.
Who ever said “love” to me was a fool.
On a black horse I rode
It was no use.
Comment by jordan — June 24, 2008 @ 8:48 pm
(from Chapter 14)
You Cannot Heal Me
On my knees,
I am sick at heart,
You cannot heat me.
I have spoken with Merlin,
I could not sleep at night,
I was fated to do evil,
Such bloody evil deeds,
I hated myself,
I have ten years to live.
Why not kill me already?
One sword thrust, and it would be done,
You cannot heal me.
Comment by Nicolas — June 25, 2008 @ 6:44 pm
Down Down the spiral Staircase
there was a candle
Moregan Le Fay stood over me
Had not the strength to even pat her
lying up the lady of the water
i understood
I understood
on the seveth day
i left hope behind me
i lowered my gaze
i new the punishment
but i smiled
For i am Mordred
Comment by bryan d — June 26, 2008 @ 4:54 am
Why Would He Not Call Me Son
When I was a baby, my father tried to kill me.
Around and aroun within me churned this moil of hatred and misery
I hated king Arthur
I hated him with a black flame burning in my heart
I needed courage, I wanted it, I lacked it
I heared someone say thank the goodliness of our blessed King Arthur
I would rule the kingdom and people would call down blessings on me:Bless the goodliness of our liege King Mordred
I do not wish tobe a murderer
I wanted only to be-a person I barely remembered. Tad.
I am Mordred
My father, King Arthur, had no other sons
And when my father, King Arthur, died, I would rule the Kingdom
For years I believed that I as the son of King Lothe of Lothian
I was accustomed to being called a coward
I wondered what would happen to me after I killed King Arthur
My fate? MY fate? King Arthur’s fate?
It was for his sake that I was locked in this losing battle and no one cared
Why would he not call me son?
I had done nothing evil except be born
Why would he not call me son?
Comment by Josue — June 27, 2008 @ 1:58 am