The first rays of the golden sun burst forth upon the solstice morn.
Merlin could see for miles, yet it was not what he could see
But what he knew that caused him to mourn.
His fate entwined with Arthur, who he would out live but he would never be free.
So much pain, so much joy, yet no peace nor rest for Merlin.
He was terrified to realize that he was immortal
What a dark premonition, to see down the years unfurling
No real rest no real peace on and on no escape portal.
Looking out across the land, finally united
Harvests good and people happy if only his job was done.
Five men good and true to Arthur had been knighted.
If only Merlin didn’t have to know all his his battles had to be won.
Poor Merlin so much for him to carry
so much information in his dreams
So much future so many deeds to face and parry.
Merlin sees it all on this solstice mourn all stretched out before him.
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