Song of Myrddin

 

Eyes of sea peer into mist,

Ever the turning come to not.

All and every chant the magic,

Bring that which is sought.

From air and sky he came,

Future’s histories, upon the wall.

Printed words now to scrolls,

Written scripts await his call.

Swirling mists entrust his presence,

Formed by words and herbs of new.

Waiting for commands he utters,

Mystic force, controlled by few.

Kings and knights do bid his counsel,

He, brought by whims of fate.

Shouldering this mantle never his intention,

To fall backwards, date by date.

Yet he lingers not in Victory,

For him praise and glory never meant.

Knowing well his due is given,

For his blood he was sent.

Ever questing truth and knowledge,

Myrddin’s ghosts formed fabled stone.

Excalibur from cold lakeshore given,

Sorcerer and lord destined alone.

Myrddin’s boon soon Artur’s quest,

Swearing vows they would not fail.

Raising tankards in their passion,

For their Lord, they’d find the Graal.

Artur will wait years uncounted,

None but one found fabled prize.

Medraut seeks the warlord’s mantle,

Death, their lord’s last cries.

Kinslayer of Dragon White

Orkney’s Medraut Son of Lott

Lady’s hand the sword did fall

Seek his glory, find it not

Nor to be found upon the land,

Gone the wizard in mists so dense.

Maiden’s cup and hand did heal,

Myrddin’s mantle now future tense.

Prophesied Red Dragon

Obscured by Saxon Worm

Threatens Britain newly

Myrddin must return

Be it known Myrddin’s promise,

Spanning ages it will bring.

Destiny by one man’s birthing,

Mantle of Artur, Once and Future King.