Legends of Avalon: The Sixth Knight; The Silvered Sentinel

In dawn’s first hush where shadows fade, Where dew on silent meadows laid, A child of Britain’s rugged shore Awoke to truths the wise adore.

For in the quiet, soft yet stern, He learned the lessons few discern— That courage blooms when fear is met, And wisdom forms from noble debt.

His youth was forged in tempest’s fire, In grief that carved a vow entire: A village lost to war’s cruel breath, He swore to stand ‘twixt life and death.

On cliff and heath he shaped his art— A tempered will, a mindful heart. His blade in one firm hand would ring, The other bore a shield’s proud wing; Two halves of purpose joined as one, A guardian sworn beneath the sun.

Yet Bedivere held close a creed: That valor grows from thought, not speed— That mercy, clear and sharply drawn, Could change the fate of any dawn.

By twilight fires where elders spoke Of honor’s weight, of vows unbroke, He listened still, with depth profound— A seeker where all truths are found.

When war swept cold across the plains, He strode through storm and battle strains. Not seeking praise nor mortal cheer, But guided by his inner sphere.

Soon Camelot heard whispered word Of a knight whose steadiness stirred— A warrior calm, both fierce and wise, With starlit thought behind his eyes.

Before the king he knelt with grace, The morning bright upon his face. He told no tale of scars or fame, But bore the weight behind his name.

Arthur beheld, in silent awe, A soul of balance, strength, and law. He raised him knight with honored hand— A sentinel of Britain’s land.

His color shone—pale platinum bright, A soft yet penetrating light. Not loud as flame nor bold as steel, But strong in ways the wise reveal.

And at the Table, pure and round, His stone awoke with silver sound— A muted gleam, both calm and keen, The strength of one who stands unseen.

Then Merlin raised his crystal sphere, Its whisper drifting far and near; The platinum spark rose high with grace As Bedivere assumed his place.

Merlin spoke: “Six flames now burn—of loyal fire, Of golden dawn, of divine aspire, Of ocean’s soul, of bronze held fast, And silvered justice unsurpassed.”

And as the sixth light crowned the hall, Its argent glow embraced each wall. Crimson, gold, white, sea-born blue, bronze, and silver hue— Six knights had risen, steadfast and true.