Prologue: The Birth of Merlin
This is part of a series of poems that tell the tale of King Arthur. Each of these poems have been written by myself and I hold the copyright to each one. Please do not repost/copy this work onto other blogs/sites.
There once was a princess
of Wales called Niniane
Fair and graceful was she
Lips full and eyes of obsidian
Loved by her people
but had she a secret
On the eve of Beltane
She was told she must keep it
A spirit did come
with a message to her bed
He whispered the Lady’s Creed
between thighs that were spread
“Of this night
A child ye shall born
A son you will bear
Though not yours I must warn
No, he is my Lady’s
Do not mistake
For he is needed you see
to make way for the drake.
Yes, for the dragon,
the golden child.”
The Horned One foretold
And then he smiled.
“On the night of Samhain
you shall give birth
And the child of my Lady
shall walk on this Earth.
Your son’s purpose is simple:
Ensure the worship of my Lady
And peace for Her children,
This is the Oath in which she bade me.
Your son’s first task
is the King of Dread
Two dragons will fight and shall cease
only when one has bled.
The second task
is the Lady of the Lake
A sword he must gain
to ease a land that aches.
The third to put
the Golden Child on the throne
Which he will do
with the test of the Stone.
The Golden Child shall rule
The Sky, the Earth and the Sea
But for your son, oh no
I see a witch, a cave and a tree.
Hush now my dear
Of this you’ll be silent
For if they know before he comes
Things may get violent.
For men are arrogant
And like me, are but beasts
And you my dear princess
will be though of in the least.
But remember, you are a Vessel
My Lady’s Chosen
You are the body
that her magick does flow in.
Your son shall be mocked,
They’ll say he’s a cambion
But fear not for him princess,
For he will pave the way for Albion
And when the Dread King
Comes to take him away,
I will come to you again,
With the Lady and I, forever you’ll stay.”
And with that
the Spirit was gone
And into herself
the princess was drawn.
Six months she must wait
for her child to be born.
Though, fearful she was
that he would have hoof or horn.
Born was the boy
on Samhain, indeed.
A surprise for all,
the warning she did heed.
Niniane worried
for no reason at all
He was beautiful
No harm on him could befall.
Her father was angry,
her brother was too
The story she told
but none believed it were true.
Though Niniane screamed,
the babe her father took
He thought to drown the boy
by dropping him in the brook.
Drop the babe he did
and waited for him to drown
but the boy did not,
he noted with a frown.
The King tried again
And each time the boy did float
The boy would not drown
in river, lake or moat.
Finally, the King declared,
the boy was a demon
and he did swear to be
rid of him by the end of the season.
So Niniane was given
her son again
Held close to her breast,
she named him Merlin.
“For you are strong
my magickal boy
Though your father was Horned
you do bring me joy.
You shall be a hawk
A great, fearsome falcon
Walk your path as you must
to make way for the dragon.
Your father’s a beast
A man like a stage,
But a long cape of feathers
shall be your worn flag.
Though I may never
live to see the day
When you are the predator
and they the prey,
I beg you my son
listen not to your heart
Go not to the witch,
I beg you be smart.
For I heard those words
And I know what they meant
For I know how women can be
Already I’ve seen her intent.
Betray you she will
For she is a witch
Heartbroken you’ll be
left to die in a ditch.
Though when you are trapped
And the world is bleak
Fight her you must
With wing, talon and beak.”
With this blessing
Niniane turned to the moon
And she whispered sadly
“I shall see you soon.”
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