Once and Future

She lay, embedded in stone, deep within the lake Bedivere inurned her to.

Epochs. Progress. Wars and fire.

Water drains.

The grip of savage generations are refused.

Until a noble touch,

Known once and future,

Releases her hope,

And draws her truth.


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