Excalibur

There it sat, glistening, gleaming,
Waiting for its heir, its freedom fair,
Hath not the time yet come?
Soon it shall and prophecy be fulfilled

And neither dust-robed mason
Nor noble oath-bound knight
Would free it from its prison
Of granite walls, ‘cuffs
And jailers of wizardries unknown.

Only one, a hidden son, still young
And pure, of both magic and disguise
Would let the ancient tale unfold.
The dawning of the day, the era,
Was gray, heavy with the promise
Of a king beyond all others.
A boy, unwanted, unheeded
Pulls lightly ‘pon the gilded hilt.
The blade unsheathed, before the land
Declares his shocking coronation.

Source: http://www.elfwood.com/libr/h/o/hochman/exacaliber3.htm.html