Merlin, the Court Wizard of Arthurian Legends, delivers this interesting monologue |
There shines the hilt bathed in liquid silver, glimmering under the candid incandescence of the glorious disc high up in space, that belittles other glowing specks. Beneath the hilt why, there lies the blade, embedded in scree right till its mid', thrust into a crag waiting for a hand that would wield the sword of stone. O, from here I perceive the glistening wink of a moonstone on its pommel. I stare mesmerised as the sluggish moonbeams hide behind an obscuring veil. Or was that a cloud? From my casement atop the tower tho' the night turns a mercurous grey, I simply gaze at the sword as I dream of events foretold. And tho' I know the role she will play, as an enchantress and to Avalon him shall she take, but strongly l feel, that Morgane is no friend. And for variety shall I add, his very first choice shall be bad. He, I know, shall be obstinate And shall fail to espy the simple fact that a blade is not always mightier than its sheath. This shall be his very first blunder, a mistake that shall lead him asunder. Though I know he shall not listen for childish pride shall influence his decision, I think not I shalt resist For if I do, his mistakes will persist, as one who learns does so from mistakes alone. I know who the chosen is; for the arrested sword had only once left her stone prison, to be returned again before my eyes by the hand... of a mere boy! |