Merlyn And Arthur Poem by Herbert Hagell

Merlyn and Arthur

Merlyn came out of Fortingall, and stood
next to young Arthur in his victory,
where legend is borne on fetid battle field
while Druids chant, and murmur his story.

They tell his tale, from humble begin,
when serving the knights of Uther's court,
she awakened his fire and wove his heart strings,
whispering her music, in his stale wort.

Her hands made from the magic of old,
before Mordred cast his charm on the flame,
she made a bow from her own yew-wood,
that he might win the enchanted game.

Now, Arthur's victory over the chaos,
brings a new day of order and peace.
she bids farewell to the dark ages loss,
and vanishes within empire's release.