Somewhere deep in hidden dells
Where hammers fall like ringing bells
Forged of fire and hardened steel
Precision edged by grinders wheel
Ebony blade like starless night
Sword of kings, A rulers right
Placed by greed in massive stone
Only a true king can make it his own
No common man could ever take
The mystic sword of ancient lake
Come mighty Arthur, O' noble sir
Draw the sword called Excalibur

Ray Massie