The Lady of the Lake

Lady of the Lake
16"x 20" mixed media on canvas

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I had aspirations once
before Time began,
but I do not remember them

I recall only the Fog
rolling in through the woods,
a live thing

I was lost to the Fog,
when I fell off the ledge,
swallowed whole by The Lake

When I woke again,
the Guardians of Trees
whispered why I'd shed my mortal skin

Every cycle
a vessel is chosen to lead,
who is capable
of pulling knowledge from stone

And every cycle
Excalibur changes to fit
the hands of the new Savior

Yet only I can recognize
this vessel who is worthy of
the Sword of Knowledge.