Merlin's End from Mythica by Einfallen

The oak bows low, the stars stand still,
A sorcerer bound by fate’s cruel will.
Betrayed by love, ensnared by lies,
Now silence claims my weary cries.

The well runs dry, the dawn won’t rise,
A prison wrought of longing eyes.
Chains of sorrow, bonds unseen,
A prophet lost to what has been.

Oh, cursed be the gift I bear,
A fate foretold, a world laid bare.
The winds still whisper, yet none reply,
Here I wait, here I die.

The spells I spoke, the stars I read,
Could not unweave the path I tread.
The power vast, the wisdom deep,
Yet love was all I could not keep.

If time could turn, if spells could mend,
Would I walk this road again?
Or let the magic fade away,
And live to love another day?

The forest sighs, the shadows call,
A king shall rise, a mage must fall.
Through dust and time, my name remains,
Merlin lost… yet not in vain.

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