Merlin's Memoir

Magic was once real More than books or fairytales It had life and meaning It was its own master Wizards were simply Borrowers We are lent this unexplainable power to use As we please People such as myself Seek to use this power To balance this world Others Seek to corrupt it This corruption had a name Queen Mab The old ways as we called them They were doomed from the start The arrow of time points only one direction Forward Magic too was fading Into the fog of the past Mab could not handle this She would not allow this She was not going to leave without a fight Neither was I going to let her win I saw the future I made a plan To find the purest king To lead all of Britain To a glorious reign of peace One of which the earth has never seen A true King Of Britain My first mistake was crowning a man Whose heart was just as corrupt As the king before him How I never saw this I will never know Perhaps I expected too much from man And I overlooked their true intentions When Uther lusted after another man’s wife I refused to help To aid this adulteress need He raged He threatened He went to war I gave in Why did I give in? Was it not better to let them go to war? To let a few men die so that a country can live? Perhaps fate would have been kind And it would have killed Uthur instead of her husband And Arthur would have not been born But such thoughts are for the fools The pasts is the past It cannot be erased Arthur Such a good child Such a true man of chivalry Woe to him who had to pay for his father’s mistakes In pain and blood When his father was dying The country turned under Friends challenged each other For the throne that none was worthy of I raised him That child Son of an adulter I taught him to look away from the old ways That right was honor And wrong was death He learned well He was my pride and joy He was like a son My son My Arthur I took the sword And ran it into the stone Only Arthur My Arthur Could retrieve it And reign as king Unlike his father A Chivalries King I advised him He listened well He made a great kingdom Camelot Queen Mad She had a plan of her own She too took a child to her side Morgan Le Fay Arthur’s half sister She hated Uthur She hated Arthur She hated me I was taken off guard that day I knew something was wrong Arthur laid with his half sister He brought his own end His son Mordred I saw the future I knew my Arthur would die By his son’s hands But I could not bear to tell him Can a child bear the news? That his closes friend Has howled his last So was Arthur Like that child It was better to not say And continue on Later I had to tell him of this grave news On the day of his wedding Oh how I wished that Mordred was dead Now as this great kingdom grew So did the need for an heir To continue the peace I had many noble women in mind But Arthur was blind And let his gaze fall on Gwenever I pursued him to choose another I told him the fate of this love It was not to last For there was to be another Sir Lancelot Never the less He married her Yet again Dooming his future As his mistakes piled One on another I decided it was time To give him a sword Worthy of protecting him Worthy of a king I brang him to the lady of the lake Who bestowed to him the mighty sword Excalibur I know that I could not protect him forever For my magic was fading fast I gave him the sword As a gift as well as a warning Of the troubles to come My dear Arthur He was determined to find the holy grail I told him that such holy object Needed to be found by a pure man He was not one He still searched And put his best friend in charge of his kingdom Sir Lancelot Did I not warn him of his queen’s betraying love? For this knight? Like I said He was blind I watched in sorrow As Lancelot and the queen grew closer Until they were in each other’s arms I could hear the cries of Lancelot’s wife Weeping tears of betrayal As her husband bedded With another wedded woman I too cried a little For my dear, dear Arthur What made you so blind? When he returned Chaos struck Somehow the lords knew They erupted with fury Of the queen’s betrayal By his best friend and most loyal knight “Stone Her, Burn Her, Kill the Queen” Those words echoed the halls I tried to calm the crowd As well as my dear Arthur Who was near tears He sat on his throne His wife beside him Held her head in shame Lancelot was nowhere to be found Disaster struck as He entered The prophesized killer of Arthur Mordred He came in I felt Mab’s magic at work I tried to make the lords leave But His dark words They satisfied the dark thoughts Of the once loyal lords He twisted revenge into the laws He made it known who his father was He was destroying my years’ worth of work In a very short amount of words The news quickly spread The kings son The queen’s lover People demanded death Death to the queen As she was sent to the stake Arthur My dear, dear Arthur Began to weep He knew as well as I That this was between the king and queen Not the people Yet there she was Tied to a wooden pole Like an animal sent to slaughter This was Mordred’s doing This was Mab’s work Suddenly as soon as the flames began to touch her fair skin Sir Lancelot came He rode in Took her upon his horse and rode off Never too be seen again Both Arthur and I cheered Her life had been spared Not blood was shed No one would see them ever again But this did not satisfy the evil In the lords hearts Again he spoke Slipping and twisting his words Into their minds Now he played the lords against their king They believed that he was better Better than Arthur They turned against him And sided with the traitor It was with much sadness that I had to leave I had to let him fight his own battle I rode off With my face turned away Hoping that Arthur didn’t see me Hoping he didn’t see me cry I later received word That Mordred had fallen in battle Along with Arthur Who succumb to his wounds I received Arthur’s death with a heavy heart I cried and wept For Arthur the once great king The great ruler of Britain My Arthur My son At his death The kingdom fell In to legend and myth Of fairytales and children’s stories Just as I fear it would Magic too became legend Mad tried to bring back the old ways She lost However I too have lost For I failed to make a kingdom A land of peace and tranquility That is all I ever wanted Now I too must go I must fade into legends and tales Only remembered in the eyes of children