When Gawain returned with a posse of
Arthur's knights, they found the caravan dead
Whether from the heat or from vengeful knives
The half-eaten state of them spoke to a culprit: a ghoul raiding party
And on that day Gawain conceived a monstrous hate
None noticed, however, that Arthur's child was not among the slain
For the ghouls taken pity upon the
Helpless young Morgause and took her with them
From that day, she lived among the ghouls
Who called themselves Saxons, after the seax knives they carried
And the years passed,
And the girl Morgause grew into a sharp
Young man who chose his name as Mordred
When Mordred was full grown
He left Annwn and his adopted home
To seek out more of where he came from
He travelled to Camelot
And there became trusted of the Pendragons
Mordred knew Arthur for his father
But alas, the aging gunfighter did not recognise his son
And so the time passed, and the oppressive heat grew steadily worse
Aside from the great round table of the town
Hall and the fierce-looking seat at its helm
There was one other thing that had been in
Camelot since before history: the Hanged Man
Wrought in copper and wire,
None could say why it had first been hung from the gallows
But it had always been there.
The name engraved upon its chest was read by the townsfolk as "Merlin"
None could know that time and rust
Had worn away what it originally read
Which was "Brian"
No one paid Merlin any mind
Until one day it began to speak
It spoke to Gawain
It spoke to Arthur
And it spoke to a wandering preacher man by the name of Galahad