A/N: If I'm going to write a sonnet of my own free will, it might as well be slash. Go Merthur!
Dear Clotpole,
The dragon says that we are meant to be
For you to rule, while I stand by your side
The dragon claims it is our destiny
So I stay with you, I tell you, I've tried.
You are my Prince, and someday soon, my King
And to protect your life, so I must lie
And yet my magic, how it longs to sing
My care for you, it wants to shout on high.
I've come to love everything you do
Even when you act like a royal prat
I wish you knew it's me that's saving you
But I doubt it will ever come to that.
And so the prince's servant I shall be,
Until we're King and Warlock, you and me.
-Merlin Emrys, but you tend to call me "You idiot".