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.
willowdot21 
Jun 21, 2013 @ 21:44:04
You take me outside of myself ….
Jun 22, 2013 @ 06:57:31
Thank you for your kind words they are the highest praise ever. I’m very grateful xx
Jun 22, 2013 @ 00:21:38
He who can see much, carries much and bends over with much – is it a gift or a curse – to see so much – I wonder.
Jun 22, 2013 @ 06:59:47
Hi Eric I should imagine that it is a curse.
Jun 22, 2013 @ 09:44:22
Wonderful descriptive poem Willow, heavy the burden on his shoulders but his heart is ever strong. the magic will help fill his days, as he battles for truth his life long. My hero and I will never tire of reading his story. hugs aplenty xPenx
Jun 22, 2013 @ 10:36:25
I am so pleased you share my enthusiasm for Merlin and his story , he has as you say so much to carry!! Hugs eternal!xxxxx
Jun 23, 2013 @ 01:45:13
They should pay you to retell the story so well, so beautifully, Willow. You’re great at it – & loving your readings right-hand side 🙂
Just about to listen to The Last of Days.
Jun 23, 2013 @ 13:25:09
HA! HA! I wish some one would!! 😉 xxxxx
Jun 23, 2013 @ 01:49:41
Just listened to it. Did you write all of that, Willow – the whole 5 minutes? Excellent. You rhyme really well. “The birds are undecided whether to stay or whether to go… urge to hide & it’s pulling me below”. Wonderful, Willow.
Jun 23, 2013 @ 13:24:04
Yes I did write all that poem and it was not an easy one to read out with out mistake. It was my off the wall impression of what it might be like if the world was coming to an end!….. Hope it does not happen in our life times!!