I spoke with stars, I bent the sky,
I taught the stones their song to fly,
I built a kingdom out of dream,
Of shining steel and silver gleam.
I whispered truth in Arthur’s ear,
I shaped his crown, I quelled his fear,
I saw the glory fate had spun,
A kingdom bright beneath the sun.
Yet time is cruel, and vision lies,
For what I saw was his demise.
A throne of light, a land of cheer,
All ended with a bloody spear.
I warned, I begged, I tried to bend,
But nothing stops the woven end.
The Fates had cast their threads so tight,
Not even magic breaks their might.
And love, ah love, my prison made,
A gentle hand, a trust betrayed.
By Nimue’s gaze my will was chained,
My wisdom lost, my voice restrained.
So here I dwell in shadow’s keep,
While heroes fall, and widows weep.
I knew it all, yet could not save,
The king, the land, the hope I gave.
What use is sight, if sight is pain?
To know, to warn, to cry in vain.
I am the prophet none could heed,
A hollow gift, a curse decreed.
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