The song of Arthur

Aventure the first
Of the birth and growth of Arthur and his traversing to the peak

1 To tell folks the story of great deeds of yore,
I must thee inquire, my muse and my foe,
Of exploits of heroes, and mischiefs of evils,

2 I need thee to leak all my verses, that none
Would claim a deception my work I have done.
Reveal all the secrets of Arthur, who's born

3 Under a mountain, that kingdom of Thorn
Is still, and still be forever's been fated.
Arthur, the bravest of all his mankind,

4 From young age a knowledge of war arts received,
And no one of living would ever be that
Clever and strong, but the fortune is cruel,

5 She had contrived the lifetime to be ended.
That was (confound the misdeed of one
Who called himself the father of son!)

6 The parent, who'd doomed brave to death,
And now is the time for the poet to set
The telling of falling of one who has met

7 Nonvolunteerly, a clutching of beast,
And glorifying the beauty of deeds.
Was Arthur brought up by stepfather, and saw

8 Not he the parent who'd brought him to world.
But parent anewed was the stem for new son,
For race, he was off, is of king-blood and San.

9 Kingdom of Norris became his new home,
Days long he spent on the laws being jaunty,
And studies were gained under domes of old cloister.

10 Thus eighteen years passed, and ,after the time,
As ninth year of tenth line was come to fiance,
Arthur embodied his sacred great wish

11 To leave the beloved dear n;ste, for were no
Worthy competitors, crumbled was every
Who dared to seize blade in a hope to be winner,
12 But vanquished wound up, what a disgrace for lineage!
The father who saw aspiration of son to find glory
Had no intention to let expectations

13 Down, so he freed (could he know of the death
Awaiting because of the birth at dark mountains
And shame that a true one inflicted to mortal?).

14 Alas! Could Arthur escape off no more,
So he preparings was reading to lead up
His way through the marshes and valleys,

15 To climb a senile steep slope, there a shrine
Had been established by ancient wise sages
In order to pray to their God, where no human

16 Would ever disturb sacramental time-passing.
Of clime that dear Arthur'd got knowledge from poems
Performing those beautiful days that are gone.

17 For seventeen dawns and dark sunsets were going
Picking up implements on, if a chance.
Were they to guard him from terrors external.

18 On day the eighteenth were finally finished
All preparations, and brightest of mankind
Made for “steel” peak which was said to be giving

19 Sharp eye as one of a hawk or a falcon,
Strangers took use in a finding path furtive
No oculus common could find amidst treetops.

20 So trooping to height, prudent Arthur was sighting
Beams from God's firmament leaking on landscapes,
Everywhere stepped he, there light was and lumen

21 Of morgenstern (Thanks, God, for thy gift, we mortals
Contemplate now and again over world
Appreciating and exulting it's with us!),

22 Thus, forests were golden, and nothing presented
A sign of dread threat, if my Arthur proceeded,
Knowing not destiny, doom he was searching!
Aventure the second
Of how Arthur climbed the “steel” peak and proceeded to the West
1 Three months, no adjourn, was my favourite Arthur
Wandering midst poles of woods, and no answer

2 To cry of a help was heard from above there,
Though way seemed perpetually endless, for vast time
Gave not him resting on tepid carved stones

3 (Lord only has explanation by whom
Plates were embellished, if knives were the tools).
However, the fate made his way to continue.

 4  Time after time, a deep lament convicted
The heart of great hero, but Lord had a mercy
And passage revealed, though his death did conceal

5  Scrambling up every ledge, born of cobble,
Soon he arrived at the glade, that'd been lighten
Formerly, human was not in creation.

6  As Arthur stood up on the highest of slabs,
Graceful one started to pry on the view
;f lands beyond mortals' eye-clutch, and saw he

7  The swamp of enormous expanding to South-West,
And after acquainting with mazes naturae
Decided to rest under cheering of lances.

8  Reveries beautiful swarmed within wise sage
And showed him depictions of countries so foreign,
That no way he could understand whose it's kinsfolk.

9 Dream that was favour for soul of one saved from
The gloom of long tripping amidst mournful realm,
Entreating the pleasure in such kind relation

10  Made Arthur's mind up to bereave not the errand,
And so he proceeded with no more postponement,
If only he knew of the dire upcoming!
Aventure the third
Of how Thorn instigated Monks of Peak Shrine to unleash the beast
1 The time my dear Arthur was striding the passage,
The father of genius had ponder to punish
The son, for he had not presented his being

2  To one, who had born. He was doleful and insult
Blinded his acumen, foe was now Arthur,
To murder - was single his covet.

3  He came to the monks of magnificent palace
(That built was for needs of saint clerics) with pleading
To murder the king dead and demolish his corpse,
And sanctuary tenants, remembering of yore,
Obeyed their maestro, releasing the vicar.

Aventure the fourth and the final
Of how Arthur was slayned and exterminated by the Beast-vicar
 
1 The sol was emitting the last lights, that greatest
Had seen in his lifetime, for never he would be
Allowed to behold the resplendence again.

2  As strolling he was, when at waters appeared he
Trying to wade up the path, a tremendous
Monster at weeds did pop up and exclaim

3 With such fierce that no-one would ever revile that
Vast beast a human in past, so it leaped straight
To Arthur, while he was befuddled with sticky

4 Masses of marshes, and jiffy of silence
Eternal had tinkled all over the realm
Of mortals, and after not one year were people
Lamenting the death of the greatest one being,
And here ends the telling of beautiful creature of yore.

Veils