Doubly his father’s son,
Mounted his steed
And off he was
To seek the Sangreal.
Haute Prince he’s called,
He’s traded his sun-red armour… 93 more words
I attended a renaissance faire in the U.S. recently and must relay something that happened.
The faire’s king knighted all ladies and lads (including adults) who wished to be knighted. 266 more words
One month after the Battle of Camlann, the Round Table is still struggling to recover. Arthur is haunted by nightmares, Lancelot and Guinevere continue their affair against their better judgement, Mordred plots his escape from Merlin’s prison, and the rest of the knights, not used to the tense peace, find themselves lashing out at each other. 1,412 more words
I think my name should be ‘Sinbad’ because I sin bad all the time!
Now I have a reason for this: I am alone for many years BUT I had a reason for it when I wasn’t alone too because when you share space with someone who is drunk, drugged or gay you also end up angry enough to sin. 685 more words