The Moleskine strikes again

[fleetfootmike]

Moleskine + transport = win, be it plane (This Is My Land), train (The Miller's Tale) or car* (Waiting In The Deep)

Waiting In The Deep
Words: Mike Whitaker
Music: to follow, but I so need to type this up before I forget what I wrote, because it's REALLY illegible.

I lie here in the dark and calm
'Neath water cold and still and deep
And he who bore me likewise rests
In Avalon's enchanted sleep

And cold steel knows only darkness
Hidden through the turning years
Pays no heed to wind and water
Watching
Waiting
For the call to wake and rise in time of need

A thousand years and more have passed
Since I was drawn beneath the sky
Felt sunlight flare on shining blade
Chose who should live and who should die

But cold steel knows only patience
Heeds not the turning of the years
Pays no mind to passing lifetimes
Watching
Waiting
For the call to rise and greet the sun again

Forged of water and of fire
Quenched in blood and set in stone
Arthur drew me, held me high
With me laid claim to Britain's throne

For cold steel knows only violence
Edge still keen through turning years
Pays no heed to passing kingdoms
Watching
Waiting
For the call to draw me from the deep again

I rest here deep beneath the waves
Beside the Lady of the Lake
Her magic keeps me sharp and bright
And holds her safe until she wakes

And cold steel knows its allegiance
To Britain, through the turning years
Pays no mind to passing fancies
Watching
Waiting
For the call to rise and greet the light
The hand to draw me for the fight
When Arthur wakes to aid this land
Excalibur will come to hand
Again

[*] Relax, bardling was driving!