No Place

by luckly the dorkfish

Just a short poem I wrote to do with the scene in which Merlin tells Arthur there can be no place for magic in Camelot. I don't own Merlin and this is my first story so please be kind?

He looked at the ground, trying to hide his tears.
He finally gets his chance at freedom, after all these years.
"What would you do if you were in my place?"
The blonde looks at the crest-fallen man, critically memorizing his face.
He takes a breath, in and out, because he knows what he must do.
"There can be no place for magic in Camelot," even if he doesn't believe it to be true.