Excalibur
The sword locked tight and firm within the stone
Awaits a heart with strong undaunted faith,
Oft tempered hard ny fire the dragon's blown,
Not cowered down before a ghastly wraith.
Thought with the strength of lions at their hest,
Believe it only takes one mighty pull
To loose the brand now locked within thine breast.
But power isn't born from strength without,
It is the light of truth within the pure
That need not raise a fist nor feign a shout