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The Poetry Pages

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Merlin

The light shone on the mountain
The peak was glowing white
The silvery moon she spread her glow
Across the darkest night
I sat within the cavemouth
A hermit all alone
Staring at the candle flickering by the stone
Sitting there I wondered
Why was I the choice?
Surely there are others
Who too can hear the voice
The task that is beset me
Will put me to the test
I will need the alchemy to do my very best
Now having pondered greatly
On the job in hand to do
I realize now Arthur the lucky one is you

For I can see the visions and know what is to come
Many a year will dawn and pass
Before my work is done
But I'll be there to watch you
As you rise from boy to king
It is my task that you should have
The best of everything
The fire is crackling out now
The visions are no more
The horses they are waiting
Beside the stable door
Your future has been mapped out
There's nothing left to do
But keep you safe and free from harm
Till the prophecy comes true.

Poem by Barbara Jones

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