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  • ID: 1072274
  • Uploader: Anonymous9000 »
  • Date: about 14 years ago
  • Approver: Ephyon »
  • Size: 390 KB .jpg (1000x800) »
  • Source: pixiv.net/artworks/24247143 »
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artoria pendragon, saber, and bedivere (fate and 1 more) drawn by kariya-kun

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  • Farewell, My King

    Extended ending based on Lord Alfred Tennyson's Morte d' Arthur

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    Anonymous9000
    about 14 years ago
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    A reference to Alfred Tennyson's poem Morte D'Arthur:

    Morte D'Arthur, last verse:
    So said [Arthur], and the barge with oar and sail
    Moved from the brink, like some full-breasted swan
    That, fluting a wild carol ere her death,
    Ruffles her pure cold plume, and takes the flood
    With swarthy webs. Long stood Sir Bedivere
    Revolving many memories, till the hull
    Looked one black dot against the verge of dawn,
    And on the mere the wailing died away.

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