Disclaimer: Sorry, J.K, for the Harry Potter reference! We all know you wrote the books really!

Hrmm, it appears it will be a race to see if I can put this all up before midnight… But hiya people! It appears to be Wednesday again! And you wanna know who last week's poem was about? I'm not sure if I should even be telling you guys, you tend to get it anyway! It was… Elena! The changeling princess who also happened to be Harriet off 'Wild Child'. Hehe, yes, of course that movie encapsulates British life… :P

It's the 25th Whimsical Poem of Doom! Woohoo! And at the time of typing this, there were 181 reviews, which is just adorable! :) Oh, oh, I did some maths (eep) and worked out that if we upload a poem for every character on our list (yep, we're that organised!) we should have enough poems to last us til… 21st SEPTEMBER! :O Whoa! We ain't a one-week stand kinda poetry group, though we may sometimes be a day out… Um, FYI, you repliable review people, I am going to leave replying to you guys til tomorrow cos I am utterly cream-crackered and must sleep, or I will be a zombie and eat Catherine's brain, which would be a shame because we need it for poetry and shizz. Although I'm sure it's a very juicy brain. Mmm... brainssss...

THE UNREPLIABLE REVIEWS – Jelly: Yaaaay, you were right again! Elena! And adorable awkward huggles are always the best! And I agree, Elena was so lovely and sweet! Aww, I miss her and her little random ways! Littlemissmighty: Claire, I'm really sorry to hear about your hamster! That's so sad! :( But from the sounds of your incredibly long review (LONGEST REVIEW EVER – BONUS) you liked the poem! Which is always a good sign! Although disease isn't… Get well soon, anonymous paranoid amigo/a of Claire!

Guess what day it is on Friday? It's only THE ROYAL WEDDING! As in, William and Kate! :O Me and Catherine are so excited, we started screaming at a cardboard cut-out of them! Royal Wedding Breakfast party, anyone? ;) Haha, us Brits! Anyway, I just thought they should get a mention. We should campaign for their first child to have a Merlin-themed name – we could have our own real-life Prince Arthur! Whoa! :O

I wrote this one! And finished writing it about half an hour ago. Heh. At least it's here now, that's all I'll say! Enjoy, hopefully!

POV = us/the audience

- Eleanor

Lost and Found (by Eleanor)

You wandered into Camelot
A peasant, what, one more?
With hidden gifts and magic tricks
We've heard this tale before.

Travelling from far-off lands
But going city-bound.
A point to prove with destiny
A stranger, lost and found.

Little did our hero know
The trials that lay ahead.
The moral battles that would wage
Within his little head.

He thought he was invisible
That no one saw his plight.
So he made a solemn vow
To stand his ground and fight.

A competition was his quest
And he wanted to win.
If any weapon was allowed
Why not his magic ring?

He saved our favourite character
From guys we'd met before.
But he'd become your ally, and
Your secret he would store.

In your first fight you were the best
And you had clearly won.
But Merlin saw you use your gifts
The spells that you had done.

He warned you – "please, just stop, no more"
But you could not resist.
The sweet smell of victory
Was one you sorely missed.

But next round disaster struck
Your bully's blood was spilled.
Your first kill, you swore, your last
With remorse you were filled.

But guiltiness was not to last
On power you were drunk.
And as far as you're concerned
You were the local hunk.

You felt it was your duty
To fight for magic-kind
You and Uther's destinies
It seemed they were entwined.

And though the warlock warned you
You failed to heed his call.
For you were too determined to
Face Uther in a brawl.

At first it seemed like you would win
But then apparently not.
You were perplexed at first, it seemed
That Merlin you'd forgot.

It seemed the king you could not kill
Merlin made sure of that.
Not good enough to win, although
You'd lost the Dudley fat.

So Uther won the deadly duel
The fourth time champion.
But it's ok, his son will bring
Peace to all Albion.

You said farewell and home you went
You did not hang around.
And though you lost, we love you still
Our hero, lost and found.

Yep, that's it. Fairly long for one of my poems, but what can I say? I ramble and I rhyme and I hope it gets somewhere... Til next week!
FOR THE LOVE OF CAMELOT!