<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=399924" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>To Arthur Pendragon</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now many centuries after his death<br>I know that there had never been a king<br>that on this earth did breath<br>who by his valour and nobility had my heart rising</div><div style="margin:10px 0">as Arthur of Camelot, Arthur of the round table did <br>and although his sword Excalibur forever stays hid<br>through centuries his tales remains as the token of chivalry<br>and somehow there is truth and a kind of magic to it.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Gert+Strydom">Gert Strydom</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=399924" data-title="To Arthur Pendragon de Gert Strydom" data-description="Now many centuries after his death I know that there had never been a king that on this earth did breath who by his valour and nobility had my heart rising as Arthur of Camelot, Arthur of the round table did and although his sword Excalibur fore..."></div> </div> </div>

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