Deep down in the dungeon he waited
Even as the days faded into each other
He suffered in constant silence
He waited for what seemed like ages for his king to come
While others escaped from their cages, he suffered alone
A woven symbol hung above his head, the thing causing his dread
That is why he couldn't go away
It prevents your magic, said they
Now as he slowly died, he could only lie down and cry
He closed his eyes as darkness took him, his body worn and slim
His last thoughts where of Arthur, his golden majesty
His death would surely be a tragedy, but he didn't care
He only lay down and stared, up through the bars
The stars glistened high above him, and he wondered what it was like to be free
But if he could only see, the king racing toward him on his trusty steed
A king that was never the same after his kidnapping
The king that spent hours on end rapping on wooden doors
Or hands blistered from splintery oars
All this time, looking for his other half
The cloak of the court sorcerer hung in his chambers
Along with the staff, a vigil to him
His mother's sigil, attached to the dark material, was stark against the dark background
Now as Arthur paced, his thoughts laced with his Merlin
A knock on the door brought him present
News of his court sorcerer's presence
He exited the room in a flurry, down to the stables in a hurry
He jumped on his brown mare with one leap; he had a friend to seek
Sparks flew off the metal hooves as he exited the city; he knew not where he was going
Only that he prayed for his friend to stay alive
He sped along a road baked with red clay
His knights raced along with him, not waiting to see the sights
A campfire caught Arthur's sight, and he knew that will all his might
They were the ones that captured Merlin
Low in stature, they just needed the money
Arthur simply ran them through, his blade sliding out smooth as honey
The bandits told them everything
How they were going to have him sold
They were holding him in a dark cave, full of numerous amounts of slaves
Gwaine found it first, through a sound that came from it
They entered slowly, not knowing what they were to find
Dungeons lined the walls; all empty, but wait, there was one still closed
That was the one that the bandits chose to put Merlin in
Arthur raced toward the entrance, forward into the gate
He prayed he wasn't too late, but wait; he saw the slow rise and fall of his friend's chest
He knew what he saw, that Merlin was about to fall into oblivion
"Find the key, hurry!" Arthur cried, seeing that it was only a matter of time
Keys ringing out a chime, Leon had found them just in time
Arthur quickly unlocked the gate, pulling it open with a sickly creak
Tears streaked down his cheeks as he ran forward, toward the rickety cot, where his sorcerer lay
He had to call his name for Merlin to answer, and when he finally opened his eyes, tears swelled like cancer
Cradling his sorcerer up in his arms like a newborn babe, they exited the cave
Out into the sunlight for what seemed like eternity, Merlin savored the feeling of it against his skin
Arthur let out a shout as Merlin closed his eyes, knowing that he was safe
But Arthur knew that the skies would be dark soon, so they raced toward Camelot almost like a monsoon
It was almost a week before Merlin woke, so the first time he spoke, it was a thank you or seeking me out
Arthur answered back that he wouldn't have it either other way: for that Merlin was the darkness to his day.