Well, it appears, once again, to be Wednesday! Despite the fact I keep thinking it's Thursday… Yup, everyone seemed to come to the correct conclusion (eventually!) – that last week's poem was in fact about Elyan!

Non-repliable reviewy people of awkwardness, have it your way! I will put up a reply for all the world to see! Jelly: It was Elyan! Well done! And I don't know! I'm sorry, write to the scriptwriters to complain! :O I am only one poor poet! BadgerPride79: Apparently you have disabled the PM feature, so I can't reply to your reviews via PM. Um, so… We're back to the start! :P and I have a sneaky suspicion that you are in fact… Blankity Mysterious Person with No Name: Haha, Merlin doesn't cramp style – he is the style, man! I mean, check out the neckerchief and shirt primary colour combo he is rocking! (and yes, as you can probably read above, it was Elyan!)

Interesting day… of the day… time! Today is apparently "Take a walk in the park" day! How cool is that? I would tell you to all go take a walk in the park, but in my time zone that isn't really possible, seeing as it's dark. But go ahead, if you want! And just, FYI, tomorrow is officially "Bunsen Burner" day! Haha! I love it! :P

Ok… This week's poem was finally finished by me, after much help from Catherine. Her Merlin knowledge really is very extensive. Some would say obsessive… Yeah, I was going to do some research but I never did, all the info I got was from Catherine! My Informationsquelle! (source of information) And I suppose I haven't had one up for a while. Catherine's written one already for next week, which is really, really good, but you'll have to settle for mine just now!

POV = us/the audience

- Eleanor

Flesh and Fire (by Eleanor)

A solemn crowd is gathered there
Tears mix with flesh and fire
As you sleep amidst the flames
Upon your funeral pyre.

A lonely son – a father lost
Who served his country well.
An interwoven fate it seemed,
You both in battle fell.

You never liked the royal guest
Who came to save your town.
But you died to save his life
So he could wear the crown.

A welcoming you gave your friend
With jokes and jests galore
But of his brave companion, well
You thought he was a bore.

He'd left you for a better life
Amid the royal crew.
Though morally he's better than
Those whose blood is blue.

Enough of him and back to you
Your floppy boyish ways.
Even more mischievous than
You were in younger days.

But happiness was not to last
As harsh words were exchanged
And friendship was put to the test
When battle was arranged.

You left him all alone, but then
You had a change of heart.
Returning quick to save the day
From him you could not part.

But the worst was yet to come
Though friendship was restored.
You bravely took a 'bullet' for
The life of his dear lord.

His secret died upon your lips
The fault, you claimed was yours.
A final, selfless, desperate deed
Your lie his life ensures.

A solemn crowd is gathered there
Tears mix with flesh and fire.
As you sleep amidst the flames
Upon your funeral pyre.

Sniffles...
Until next week, it's a happier poem, I promise!
FOR THE LOVE OF CAMELOT! xxxxxxxxxxx