Merlin's Song
Hidden and alone In a jail of stone, Hating the deceitful nymph I thought was all my own,
I dream but do not sleep, I mourn but cannot weep, While all along my supine form The dust is growing deep.
The final toll is pealed, My liege's doom is sealed: Without my arts to lend him aid He'll die on Camlann's field,
And Camelot will fall-- The throne, the Table, all. Sad Guinevere within her cell Will weave her love a pall.
My books of prophecy Proclaimed that this would be: A fool was I to challenge Fate And cruel Eternity.
So farewell, light of day. Like air I fade away-- Upon my cracked and mildewed lips, The name of Nimue.