Merlin Poem

Waves lap at my feet as I look unto those distant shores,

Avalon, shrouded in mist, floating above the waters.

Oh woe this day! When the High King of Britain passed away,

Out of this mortal world, waiting to be wakened again.
 

Until then, 'till the very hour of Albion's greatest need,

I too shall wait, tethered to the earth, for Arthur, king, friend.

Bless the day, when out of the waters he shall rise once more!

For better or worse I must endure-Merlin, warlock, friend.
 

-Emrys, immortal, destiny both a blessing and curse;

Doomed to watch, helpless, as the ones I love wither with age;

As the once mighty Camelot crumbles to dust with time;

As the world changes, our tale merely a tragic legend.
 

An entire century passes with every step I take;

Heart-wrenching memories of what had once been haunt my dreams;

Yet too well I understand everything that is at stake,

In my mind, always, the standard of Camelot still gleams. 

It may be decades, centuries, millennia, I know not,

Until to this mortal world Arthur Pendragon returns;

however long it takes, I will wait, with tears in my eyes,

hope in my heart, for the herald of a new golden age.
 

*This was based on Arthurian legend and BBC Merlin, a show I'm slightly obsessed with. ;)