Once a boy of whispers, with stars in his eyes,

He spoke in riddles, truths wrapped in lies.

Bound to his power, his shadow grew tall,

Yet in his warmth, I forgot it all.

He taught me the rivers, the chants of the breeze,

Runes etched in moonlight, secrets of trees.

The forest would tremble when he called its name,

But the man behind magic was never the same.

Oh, Merlin, your light was my undoing,

A spark in the dark, an ember consuming.

Through the mist, our hearts did entwine,

But love and power walked a fragile line.

I saw through the veils, the cracks in his lore,

A man with his burden, wanting no more.

Yet power is hungry, it claws at the mind,

He slipped through my fingers, I was left blind.

His voice was a melody, his touch a snare,

I wove him a dream, caught unaware.

A prison of passion, a spell of despair,

To save him from power, to leave him there.

Oh, Merlin, your light was my undoing,

A spark in the dark, an ember consuming.

Through the mist, our hearts did entwine,

But love and power walked a fragile line.