A Roundtable Tale

Arthur didn't see it, His back was to the sky. They looked to the Heavens, Expecting then to die. Arthur heard the shuffle, Looked up and turned around. By the time he saw it, The spaceship hit the ground. Gigantic can't describe The ship's great size and scope. Crashing there before them, They surely had no hope. Force applied at impact Was equal to a quake. This was it, they figured. They ducked down in its wake. Suddenly, they saw them Just flashing through the sky. Four and twenty dragons. Oh boy, how they could fly! Then they felt a grasping. How dragon claws can bend! Following soon after, They felt the forceful wind. They were their salvation, And carried them away From the flames and wreckage The spaceship brought that day. Merlin and King Arthur, Two knights and twenty more Gathered round a table A tale not told before. This one of the dragons Heeding ole Merlin's call. Saving them from spaceships Whenever they might fall. Yes, a tale remembered. One told for many years. One often forgotten But true, it now appears. You might have a question, The modern ones like you. What becomes of spaceships That fall out of the blue? Not as complicated, Though some might think it so. Eating little bodies Are dragon things, you know. As for all the hardware. They flew all that away. The dragons dropped it all Into Loch Ness, they say. But if you still may doubt The tale that I have told, Go and see the marker That Arthur made so bold. Marking where the dragons Plucked Arthur up that day. Where they grabbed ole Merlin And flew him quick away. Now you know the story, One unknown answered here. Stonehenge is the marker That Arthur made that year.