ages

I am a wielder of magic,
I am the eternal woman,
yet they thought my story tragic
and sought to call upon me.

In the 30’s they called me,
Niniane who imprisoned
the great Merlyn, my dear brother,
in the 70’s I, Viviane.

By then he was my lover.
Nyneve was I in the next,
a time of Bon Jovi and big hair.
He was my trapped devotee.

The 90’s, kids only saw t.v.
and I was Nimue, demure
no trapped lovers to be seen
in the age of abstinence.

Now, modernized I reign as Nym
with my lover by my side.
Computers hold nothing on us,
we are as we always will be.

You use different names for me,
yet I am always endless,
I am temptress, magi, lover, child.
Innocence is not ever mine.

This age amazes my Merlyn.
He was never trapped, in truth.
Computes confound him,
Word as his alchemy was for me.

Filth and evils unimagined,
while safe in his crystal cave.
He holds me close, now seeing new
the dangers I fought alone.

While he meditated, locked up,
voluntarily, I add.
I stayed free to counsel humans
he lay sleeping, still a-bed!

Merlyn now is free to help all,
and an amethyst awaits,
it is my turn to meditate!
2,000 and it’s glory.

He can have it with my blessing!
Cars and smog, hate crimes galore,
not really different before,
enlightened my ancient ass!

I go to sleep daughters, don’t call.
My love is there, he’ll get it.
Give him time children, to awake,
and teach him your hard lessons.

This should teach him to spread false tales,
about young girls leading stray
old men to trap them in cold caves.
Welcome, love, to modern age!