A.U: This poem took place in the moment of Arthur's death. I feel so heartbroken when I was spoiled for the ending that I can't even bring myself to watch the whole final scene; and if you are not than what is wrong with you? Anyway this is me, putting myself in the shoes of Myrddin Wyllt. Enjoy.
My failed destiny
Destiny's calling,
Destiny's falling.
Need to get to the lake,
Quickly as I can, I take
your body closer and closer,
Time seems to pass just a little slower.
Will fate show mercy for me?
Will it, for once, give me some glee?
But no, it said, that's not how things should be
You can't change it or flee.
Your lifeless features stare back,
From now on, happiness and purpose I lack,
I'll wait, Arthur, I'll wait
No matter how long it'll take,
When Albion needs the most, you'll wake
But for now my heart will ache.
-Mirror Kyaw
A.U: Reviews are appreciated.