AN: In English we had to write a poem where we describe something in 13 ways, and I chose to describe Merlin, kind of from Merlin's point of view. Kind of.

I

A sweltering city, bustling with people and yet shadowed in a thick layer of ice

Arrivals are greeted with a show

And they leave with their hearts beating wildly

Banging inside their chests

II

Before anyone can understand, they have to see

Yet they have been blinded

Their eyes permanently jaded with green

And gold

III

Everything passes in blurs of rainbows

Colors blend into dreams and fortunes

Voices whisper of prophecies

And betrayals

IV

None wonder beyond a passing glance

None grant pardons, and few question anything

But behind closed doors, some begin to watch the shadows twist

V

Small things can come back to haunt even the greatest warriors

And though warnings scream in the wind

A heart of gold cannot bare to watch a storm wreck havoc

VI

A hurricane, a typhoon is coming

But a single sailor can not save an entire voyage alone

Still, there are less experienced seamen

Who may yet turn the tides

VII

Whipping in the wind, old friends are pulled into a veil of darkness

A single person cannot save an entire voyage

But that doesn't mean they will not try

VIII

Screaming in the wind,

Scrambling for purchase on a jagged edge

Falling would pull down the entire mountain,

But holding on is making your hands turn raw

IX

Four pillars stand above you, but slowly each falls and crumbles

You catch them still, before they can join the frothing mist below

But the fifth pillar is tottering beyond your reach

X

A scream rips from your throat as the pillars drop

They crumble through your fingers like sand

And they rip through the storm with a whisper of a goodbye

XI

Every truth that was told to you proves itself with a harshness greater

Than your gentle heart could ever have dreamed

You scream and you cry and you beat your hands against the ground

You shout that you had prepared

You had been ready

XII

All turns to silence

Faces turn to the pyre

But not yours

Yours turns to the water

XIII

And a single drop rolls down your cheek.

AN: Sorry, that was kind of dark, just wanted to post it. Hope you think it's okay.