Well, here it is, my very first publication at fanfiction. This was actually part of my lit poetry project, and is supposed to be a copy of the style and form of a poem, so essentially a mimic. I used Alfred Lord Tennyson's "Lady of Shalott" which is supposed to be a ballad. I think I've got the form part pretty much pat down, but not so much the style. This is a bit different from what I actually handed in, but that's because this has more a mix of stuff from traditional legend as well as the show, while the other one was moreso just the traditional tale. So I hope you enjoy (it's a bit long, sorry for that) and hum, leave comments.
I was also working on a story for this long before I began this poem, but eh. People get lazy, don't have time, you know. Working on other stories as well, but who knows when they'll come up. Anyways...
Disclaimer: I am not in any way affiliated with the show Merlin nor with Mr. Lord Tennyson.
P.S. for those of you that don't know the poem, it's pretty easy to find :)
From Battlefields to Apple Fields
Merlin mage, how could this be?
After so much love and peace
None could know that luck would flee
Sorcerer's eyes not meant to see
What the seer dreams in Avalon;
Nor could he tell what she has known
What fate, for many years, has shown
That fate would let him be alone
At the hill Camlann.
All around, shining armour lies
There's not even time for last goodbyes
Bravery slips and falls and cries
do crowd the weary earth and skies
High o'er the hills of Camlann;
And more and more brave knights do drop
Like summer's harvest reaped and cropped
These knighted boys the fields adopt
And here Death doth surround.
No matter what he tries and does
Merlin should know war's never just
But he is tormented because
He can't stop the slaughter of what was
Once a future before Camlann;
But wizard's tears can't stop him from
Protecting his friend from what may come
But Fate would have him see his king borne
Away to Avalon.
Horses, weapons, knights are down
In tears and blood the grass does drown
Here comes time for the last showdown
Between the traitor and the crown
Say goodbye here at Camlann.
Willows weep and winds do whisper
"The end comes near, so does the sister,
'Tis the fairy, the lady, and mistress
Of fair Avalon."
On her barge, she doth come near
On land still circle druid and bear
All their life's battles leading here
But one will leave and one stay there
There, for the crows' picks on Camlann.
Swords drawn, they attack and block
Back and forth, muscles tensed, knees locked
Mordred, a snake, Arthur the rock
Fates twined at Camlann.
Back and forth this frightening dance
of the feet and of the lance
Not long ere druid hands seize chance
To steal the crown, queen, and grand manse
This final battle of Camlann;
But there's strength yet for one last dart
of the sword for all of Camelot
And the love in the King's heart
had Mordred slain on Camlann.
For brave Arthur, the dark is come
To take the victor he has become
But so his sister doth also come
It's not too late to save him from
His battle wounds of Camlann.
Robe so white against this dark day
Here cometh Morgana le Fay
"I have come to take thee away,
To home, to Avalon."
Eyes so green cause him to remember
How easily they used to banter
Things could never remain somber
Her spirit bright even in December
That same fire here at Camlann;
Her path with Morgause long forgotten
Her betrayals long forgiven
They'll continue their bond of kin
In misted Avalon.
At Camelot, they sing a dirge
As she boards him into her barge
Her king, half-brother, now her charge
And from the fog they do emerge
Into the Isle of Avalon;
Where mist swathes the island so white
And renowned apples do shine bright
Where fields are bathed in a soothing light
Here on Avalon.
Eight sisters, Arthur's eyes do meet
Eight sisters to their queen do greet
Nine in all set to work on this feat
of healing, making the pain retreat
The nine sisters of Avalon;
And here Arthur's wounds are healed
Among the many-appled fields
And here his final fate concealed
In misted Avalon.