Merlin

Magus of Flowers

One day, I found a library at the bottom of a spring.
Endless in knowledge, vast in scope
At the edge of the universe,
I learned of the strings that tied all things together.

It was there, that I first dreamt of a boy,
A sword in stone, a kingdom destined to crumble,
And the tragedy of that boy becoming king of such a kingdom.

One day, I found that boy at the edge of a lake.
Sword raised high, the sun his halo,
An ideal he became, in a way so effortless
I couldn't help but stay, if only to save him.

With all the wisdom I could muster, I told him of his fate,
Yet against what I intended, the tragic king I did create,
Went on to build that kingdom, destined to crumble.
With his hands he carved his ideals into a round table,
He gave his heart to his people, and his sword, to war,
And to the woman that wanted to burn the world, a son.

Through all this I tried to save my king of tragedy.
I could see his strings, how easy they would be to cut,
With all the wisdom I could muster, I reminded him of his mortality.
"A king belongs to his people. My life is no longer mine." He told me.

One day, I got tangled in his strings, and that evening flowers grew in my lungs.
I coughed up flower petals instead of the words I wanted to say.
In spite of all the wisdom I gathered from across the stars,
The truest of all my thoughts caught on my tongue.

Then along came the maiden fair, Nimue.
In her, I tried to forget the agony of falling in love with destined tragedy.
She told me of the roots of Yggdrasil, and of the rings that recorded both future and past.
Ambitious and foolish, I strived to change the weave of fate.
Together we went to the Isle of Avalon, and as I carved into the roots,
Nimue revealed her heart filled with hate,
My soul was bound to the tree, and my body to the garden,
So that the end of Camelot shall pass

One day, I found a mirror, bound as I was to the root of life.
It was there I watched helplessly as my king died
Endless in agony, vast in grief,
I choked on bloodied flowers, balled fists to glass,
Even with all my knowledge, and all my efforts,
A doorway lay between us that I was unable to pass.
My life now bound to all of creation,
I can never tell him I love him,
For eternity stretches before my own demise.