Saturday, December 11, 2010

Sir Mordred, King Arthur & The Battle of Camlann.

King Arthur, the greatest king of Briton had a son with his half-sister Anna. This was the darkest secret of this noble king.

 When he learned from a prophecy that this illegitimate child will be the one to destroy him, he sailed the infant with forty other new born kids away from Britain.

Unfortunately the ship sank but the boy was the only survivor of that grievous voyage. He was brought back to his birth place and there he grew to become 'The Ultimate Nemesis of Arthur'.

Here is the story of Sir Mordred the bastard son of King Arthur, who was also a knight of ‘The Knights of the Round table’ and about King Arthur and the last battle of their life, ‘The Battle of Camlann’.


 




MORDRED:



I am Mordred, Sir Mordred, the traitor knight of the round table.
I am still the most hated, in all the British legends and fables.
My birth even made the greatest king of Briton, guilty and ashamed.
So I was sailed to death as fortieth infant, to save his crown and fame.


The ship sank, I was saved. All other thirty-nine were killed.
I survived, grew and brought back, with rage and hatred heart filled.
My father was the king of the kings, but I was just one among his knights.
It was my kingdom, my throne and my crown, yet as an heir I had no rights.


I wasn’t just a bad seed of the noblest king, I was his fate.
So I laughed, knowing the king’s queen was the lover of king’s best mate.
I pushed them together in a meeting and made the king seize them red-handed.
And when the old king chased his mate Lancelot away, I took Queen Guinevere to my bed.


My father, my king, came back home, to find his son took over his queen and crown.
So he draws his Excalibur, promised to kill his own son, and in his own blood, make him drown.
We met in the ‘Battle of Camlann’ to decide the destiny of a father and his bastard son.
And now we are laying here, my lifeless body and the wounded king counting moments of his own.




ARTHUR:




I was born to save England; I was born to free this Island from Rome.
I drew the Excalibur from the stone and driven the Saxons back their home.
I fought many battle, killed many men. As they say I was invincible.
Me and my knights and our quest for the Holy Grail, is one of the greatest fable.



But to err is human and every human is a born sinner, I was no exception.
Prey of my blinded lust, my half-sister Anna became the mother of my son.
And the prophecy told me, my fate is sealed in the hand of my illicit lovechild
I conspired against my own blood, he sent away and I was watching as Anna cried.



So I tried to find peace in my only love, my Guinevere, my lovely queen
Alas! How could I forget, that I had to pay for each and every of my sin.
It is always darkest under that great lamp, but like a fool I could never see it
My lady love is the lover of my best friend, Guinevere and Lancelot as I saw them meet.



I was wild and blind for revenge and promised to hunt down my childhood mate
As I left my realm behind, hounding Lancelot, in the hand of my other foe Mordred.
The king never recognized his own son disguised as his other trusted man-at-arms
And I left him my empire, my throne, my crown and my queen, to keep them out of harms.



I was deceived once more and for the final time, this time it was the part of illegitimate me
I raised my sword and challenged my son, my nephew. I knew the end is near, I could see.
We fought this bloody battle in Camlann till our last man fell and we fought till dawn
Now his head lying on my lap, Sir Mordred, my child, my beloved, my traitor bastard son.

 
 
Battle of Camlann:


The battle was fought between a king and a traitor,
Sir Mordred and King Arthur.
Who was right and who was wrong?
Mortal enemies or father and son?


A rightful heir and a lawful king.
One bloody clash in one awful spring.
As Camlann saw helplessly, two brave men fighting for the end.
A father and his child are slaughtered by each other’s hand.

Monday, November 08, 2010

One Last kiss

Tell me sweet lies, truth seems so bitter                                                   
Tell me they are all gold, if they glitter.                                      
Say, all I see are false and all I hear are true                                          
As I can see you lying, whatever you say or do.                               


I am not weak, so stab me here, right in my heart
So I can see myself bleed and you’ll have new start.
But don’t you let die without me looking into your eyes
As I still wonder, when I’m dying, will you cry?

You are smiling at me and I guess I know why
I have very few moments, before in your arms, I die
Tell me love, will you grant the dead man’s last wish?
Before this last drink, will I have one last kiss?

Friday, May 14, 2010

Guilty Pleasure


Life of a sinner and mask of a saint, days as they go by                                       
Another face in the crowd but deep inside I’m devil’s own
As girls say, how their innocence were robbed, with a sigh
And I can see my self smiling, and I still walk all alone.

Love to see how their purity taken over by burning passion
And last unsuccessful attempt to hide their nakedness
So foolish and naive, but still they deny to learn this lesson
 Little palms are only to hide the face, not the voluptuousness

Teary eyes will now plead not to snatch their last possession
Mumbled lips will now beg for the almost violated honor
And then the most brutal surrender, rest needn’t to mention
Heart will cry, mind will be numb and the body will open the door

It’s so quiet, only the sweet sound of their weep and moan
And I, smile to myself again, seeing them staring at the ceiling
Blankness and empty feeling, as they think about this ‘wretched con’
The dilemma of innocent heart and corrupted soul is just so killing.

As they think of the passed moments we lived with sheer passion
The moments of the sin and divineness, hurting guilt and evil desire
 Confused as their mind divided, between sinful bliss and moral mutilation
And I turned and walk away to find myself, another ‘guilty pleasure’.


Tuesday, April 27, 2010

PROMETHEUS

Oh! That eagle, flying and coming back again

To eat a piece of me, as it does all the time
Everyday it kills me, so I can live for another day
An eternal death, what my fate has gifted me


Was I wrong? Ask the mankind, not the gods
To bring them fire and made them equal to us
And my belief, human will conquer the Olympus
Fake proud and glory will be burned down in ashes


I am chained here in Caucasus, but my soul is free
End of my pain and twinge is just a matter of time
The angels and gods are not with me but a human
And the eagle’s fate is sealed with Heracles’ arrow


But oh my fellow men, don’t let Pandora and her box
To deceive you, to lead you in the path of vain
Don’t let go the hope and faith out, hold ‘em tight
As I only have them, for me and for my mankind


Monday, March 29, 2010

Downfall

It’s been quite a while; I am fighting a losing battle
Perhaps this is the best time to realize, I am on my back on wall
Probably too late to turn thing around or to make a score settle
I can see, I can feel, the end of all I ever had. My downfall.

May be the day has come, when I should accept my defeat
And let go all my glory and proud, that I gained till today
May be I should surrender to my fate and accept way of discreet
And see all those golden days passing by me and getting fade away.

But deep inside me, there’s still a feeling, that, I can be a winner again
Don’t know how far the feeling is true; don’t know how far I can go
But it feels good to be a phoenix and rise from the ashes when it rains
And fly high with the loudest scream, that I am still alive, let you know

I just want my feet, back on the ground again, holding my head high
Fury in eyes, power in my arms and courage in my heart, I want them all
So I can get my life, back to me again, so everyday I don’t have to die
So I can say it to myself, ‘This is not the end of it’, this is not my downfall.

Wednesday, February 17, 2010

BLOODY VALENTINE


A twisted tale of trust and betrayal, pleasure and pain
A life of a wretched lad who lost all and gains none
A story which started two decades ago in a small town 
Where the life was nice and happiness was an easy found.

There was a boy, simple and shy, yet a headstrong
One day walked out to seek the truth in a path so wrong
In the street of love where he found the ugly beasts
Disguised in beauty, eyeful of treachery, covered by mist.

They came like storms, and left him battered and scratched
Only to make him realize, his dreams are so far fetched
The foolish boy, kept his faith on every passing year
Just to find the days of love, turning days of agony and fear.

And so he’s still waiting, for what he’s seeking and believing
Wish to change this dark lane into a boulevard, where he is walking
For so long, tired of being with people so unfaithful and unkind
He is celebrating again, yet another, BLOODY VALENTINE...

Saturday, January 16, 2010

Lonely Poet


Sitting alone, all alone, with these bleeding wounds

They keep oozing blood and I love it when they burn
I scratch them alive and they make me cry without a sound
More scary and ugly the bruises look, but I don't give a darn.



Everyday I carry them with me, in my heart in my mind
They always remind me, I don't have rights to smile
And if I do, I rather rub salt in them rip them and grind
Fear of forgetting my pain, even if it is for a while.



Every night I stand naked in the cold gentle wind
And so slowly they make me numb, and still it hurts
Pain makes me forget how everything in my life been ruined
Oh, how I love to dig them, my deepest gashes and cuts.



Love is a debt on my life and I will pay for it till death
With my silent scream, tortured mind and heart filled hate
In this new world of mine, there is no place for trust and faith
And in it I am waiting, for nothing, I, the lonely poet.