Run
That is all you can think.
Run
From the burning, the wood, the hate.
Run
They were right, they were all right.
Run
From the hoof beats and dog barks.
Run
From the city which was once home.
Run
Maybe I should have listened.
Run
To Segan, Nimue, Morgana, Morgause.
Run
Camelot will pay.
Run
No, don't think that.
Run
But they do deserve it.
Run
Ungrateful traitors the lot of them.
Run
They don't deserve my loyalty.
Run
Maybe I'll finish what Segan started.
Run
Uther burnt my people.
Run
They trusted me and I let them down.
Run
But no longer.
Stop.
You turn and face the shining city in the distance. The simple farm boy you were known as is gone. Merlin is dead and in his place you stand. Emrys. You turn away, eyes shining gold and think,
"Oh the fun I will have."
