Forget the lies we have all been told
The blade itself had no might
In fact strength derived from the stone
Gray, dull and with imperfections it sat
We are all mislead, for the plainness ensured preservation.
Waiting centuries, Excalibur knelt rigid on its stance
Would only submit to the ones hold
Many attempted and all but one failed
And that is where the story of the stones life ends
Forgotten by almost all, an insignificant shadow
Few realizing it was truly the Holy Grail.