Wait, O seer, for a dream that shall never come.
She is a seer
Who has dealt in many lies
Barley any truth remains
To what was once her life.
She feels that is what her life has become.
Lies.
Until now.
She is but a whisper in their minds,
A whisper of evil.
She is Morgana.
Seer
Sorceress
Witch.
She fulfilled her destiny
Of wickedness.
Of course, though
She imagines
Like everyone else,
Would everything be different
If she was never poisoned?
Thoughts spin though her mind
Tumbling like a whirlwind of mystery
She wishes
That instead of the future,
She could dream
Instead
Of what could have been.
Wait O seer!
For a dream that will never come.
To see what
Could never be
Camelot's golden era
Lasting forever
With peace and prosperity.
With Arthur as king.
But she destroyed that
Marvelous future
Sending it in to darkness
And as Camelot falls to flames
Surrounded by that darkness
You will realize your mistake
But it will be too late to change
What has been done.
Wait O seer for that dream!
That will never come
For you never will
Realize
Your
mistake
Until
Everything
Is
Destroyed.
Wait O seer,
I also know what will come.