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!