A Captive for Eternity
It was the midnight of my dreams, the winter of my powers,
Locked within the impenetrable silence of the void, I screamed!
Yet none heard my inner agony of soul.
Deep within the obsidian cave of my imprisonment, I lamented.
‘Oh how the mighty have fallen,’ I, Merlin, reduced to thus!
Destroyer of dragons, kingmaker, lord of powers unknown to mortal man
Trapped, bound within a spell I could not change, and all for the love of a woman.
Only the ever present clouds of my memories to keep me company,
Each bringing sorrow, pain, remorse, a relentless torture of the soul, endless, eternal!
Love, was it worth it I ask myself?
But at times as I remember her eyes, deep, enticing, mesmerising, ah yes!
Her voice, like that of the nightingale, and her form so divine,
Then yes! A thousand times yes! Oh, fool that I be!
Those few precious moments in my life brought me something I’d never experienced.
And so I sit within my tomb, a captive betwixt the veils of time.
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