Morgana sat on her throne in her dilapidated castle a melody running through her mind. She almost smiled when she realized the words of the beginning part described Emrys. Softly she began to sing.

"He was like April sky

Sun rise in his eyes

Child of light

Shining star

Fire in his eyes

Bright as day

Melting snow

Breaking through the chill

October and April"

Back in Camelot, Merlin couldn't get a certain song out of his head. One part is particular made him think of Morgana. Checking to see that there was no one near the armory, he sat down and sang the words as he polished Arthur's armor.

"She was like frozen sky

In October night

Darkest cloud

Endless storm

Raining from her heart

Coldest snow

Deepest thrill

Tearing down her will

October and April"

Despite the distance, both the witch and the warlock sang in tandem, thinking about how they had felt for each other before the sleeping sickness and how they are now. It was clear to both of them that this song described their relationship over the years.

"Like hate and love

Worlds apart

This fatal love was like poison

Right from the start

Like light and dark

Worlds apart this fatal love was like poison

Right from the start

We were like loaded bows

Sacrificed our lives

We were like love undone

Craving to entwine

Fatal torch

Final thrill

Love was bound to kill

October and April

Like hate and love

Worlds apart

This fatal love was like poison

Right from the start

Like light and dark

Worlds apart this fatal love was like poison

Right from the start

Hate and love

Worlds apart

This fatal love was like poison

Right from the start

Light and dark

Worlds apart

This fatal love was like poison

Right from the start

October and April"

Suddenly both realized. He was born in April and Her in October. Their love had been prophesied, and made into a song of sorrow.

"They were right Emrys." Morgana thought to herself. "Our love is like the poison. Like that which you gave me, our love long and painful."

In the armory miles away, Merlin's tears tingled with the oils he was using. It was like this that the knights of Camelot found their friend.