This is just a short poem about Morgana's feeling through season three until the end. Hope you like it! (COMPLETE)
Obvious spoilers- don't read if you haven't watched the season three finale!
Conscience calls, beckoning,
Good and bad, it's reckoning.
It yells and screams, inside my head,
I push it away, it fills me with dread.
I ignore it hard, lock it away,
For I'll deal with it, another day.
Convincing myself, I always say,
'He tried to kill me, he must pay!"
But they're my sister's words, not mine,
For however much I love her, we're not the same dime.
But that all changed- my conscience's silent,
It's changed it's tune, turned me violent.
For then he killed my sister, my friend,
Goodbye to forgiveness, it's not on the trend.
And I whisper to darkness, every night,
'I will avenge you, sister, with all my might.'
So when the sun rises, and you see destruction,
Do not hope for Arthur and his re-construction.
It will not come, he'll be gone and dead,
With Merlin next to him, just like I've said.
Hope you liked it. :D Review?