A/N: Merlin is not mine (if it were so Arthur would have never died!)
PROPHETS DO NOT LIE
In a land of myth and a time of magic
a prophecy was told in a tone quite tragic.
About a king strong and to all dear
but with a kingdom living in fear.
For a priestess lurked in the shadows dark,
waiting calmly to hit her mark.
Her own brother she wanted to kill
and take the throne of Camelot at will.
That was what prophets would speak –
of Arthur's end at Camlann's peak.
But they didn't know
something important for all.
To take Arthur's life no one could
for there a man always stood,
right by the King's side
with eyes so blue and wide.
A warlock with a mighty sword in hand
a message clear he will send
to every mother, father, brother
About a love like no other.
And across the lands a name will carry
with enough strength to bury
those wishing harm to the Golden King
under the protection of the warlock's wing.
The name?
MERLIN!
