Merlin and Vivianne
How fickle is your woman's heart
To so closely hold my regard
Only for you to carelessly thwart
The love of this old tired bard
I had set my mind to retire
Deep in the mists of Avalon
Yet you elicited my desires
With your wiles and womanly charm
I was content just a lonely mentor
But imagination can take you far
When into the mind idle fancies do enter
Of such a coy damsel from afar
You appeared to be a lady true
Delighting in my unearthly tales
And many were the secrets I gave to you
For promises of your love so frail
But lost within an old man's dreams
I ignored the scorn within your eyes
And fell to your contrived and wicked schemes
By holding true your heartless black lies
So I followed you beyond the waterfall
Far into the the forest we strived
To lay beneath the starry nightfall
And sleepily wait for the dawn to arrive
And as I lay my head down and yawned
An evil charm you wove over me
And by the seeds of my very own wand
I lay entombed in this Hawthorn tree
It is true that the threads of our fate
Are spun by our very own hands
So I yet wait for this curse to abate
Once more a free yet lonely old man
poem by Sheri Hockman
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