want to wield Excalibur
sit on my throne
worried up in woe
keep myself moving
waft wastes of carrion
sight Camelot skyline as pall
town square bears hooverville
both sides are appalled by each other
survivors see beast with brigands
holy sword en route on death march
mob coalesces in desperation
Percival steps forward
introduction as former round member
promoting the beast Lancelot as the same
tensions simmer over shared Mordred hate