A poem about the Arthurian legends, seen through the eyes of Morgaine |
The Song of Morgaine. I sang of dreams, and dreams there were, Bright and fair and bold, Of rivers I sang, and rivers there were, Deep and swift and old. I sang of heroes, and heroes there were, Arthur, Merlyn, fair Guinevere, Of witches and faery, spells and magic I sang, And I, Morgaine, watched without fear. Of Gawain and Bedivere and Cei I sang, All the knights noble and fair, I sang of the famous Questing Beast, Hunted without a care, Of the Round Table I sang, And of wise Nimue, chivalrous Lancelot, And of Arthur’s mistake, doomed Mordred, And of the fate of fair Camelot. I sang of Arthur’s folly, In having the children killed, And of Merlyn’s tired eyes, seeing sadness to come, For Arthur’s folly was as he’d willed. And I sang a lament for Guinevere, And for Lancelot, both destroyed by love, And I wept for Arthur’s lonely death, Watched by the uncaring sky far above. Of Excalibur and my sisters I sang, And of the barge of holy Avalon, And of myself, Arthur’s sister, Morgaine the Wise, And the Golden Age now gone. As my voice grew tired and sad I sang, Of the battle of Camlann, and of Arthur’s fall, Peak of mistakes only humans can make, A history of misjudgment and betrayal. And now, of Albion I sing, As I remember the Golden Age gone, I’ll sing of the Second Coming, And hope that this time, Arthur will not go wrong. |