The Mordred's Lullaby

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Fan Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic

The dark greatness is waiting for you, my son. Your own sword will bring this cursed glory. But your grandeur walks with your death hand in hand.

~ I wrote this story after listening to the Heather Dale's song "Mordred's Lullaby". So mostly of course this tale is based on the song's lyrics. ~

The Mordred's Lullaby

 

Sleep well, my sweet son, while the Gods are spinning the threads of your fate. You’re so young, but I can already see your future, Mordred. I can hear Gods whispering above your cradle.

Son of my brother, you have to accomplish so much. I will share my hatred with you. You will drink it with my milk and feel its bitter taste, as I once felt.

Sleep well, my little son.

I will bewitch you.

I will give you the darkest nightmares.

I will give you pain, despair and fear to make you know who our real enemy is. I will whisper to you his name at night to make you never forget it.

The dark greatness is waiting for you, my son. Your own sword will bring this cursed glory. But your grandeur walks with your death hand in hand.

I will pray to Gods to turn your heart into the stone. Then nobody will even break it. I will offer my prayers to make your soul dark. Then the beauty of Guinevere will never blind you. Only the hatred to her will be burning in your heart … I will ask the Gods to make you loyal only to me… to give your love only to me …

You are the son of a traitor, but you will never betray me. My bitter hatred will bind us together more tightly than the strongest chains.

I can foretell your thorny path. You will keep my gift until the very end and then you will be killed by the Arthur’s spear.

I can see everything, Mordred.

The death of great king Arthur was conceived in a fit of forbidden passion and born at the moonless night. His own son will wound him with the poison blade. And the name of the great king will become a legend and the Excalibur will be lost forever and everything my brother loved will be destroyed …

The Fate is merciless.

I see your eyes are closing now, my son. The dream is coming to take you to his kingdom.

Sleep well, Mordred, while the cruel and cunning Gods are whispering above your cradle. They are looking forward to your future exploits.

You have to accomplish so much …

I will become your shadow, my eyes will be yours and I will be beside you if there will be mountains and seas between us.

Sleep well, my little Mordred.

And do not worry.

Morgana is going to take care of everything.

 


Submitted: September 08, 2015

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