Merlin

Merlin was born by sorcery. A demon father, incubus. Virginal mother, royalty. Great wizard of King Arthur's court. Of legends, deeds and chivalry. That fabled castle Camelot. He prophesied, waved magic spells. Bade Viviane of Avalon, Enchantress Lady of the Lake, To forge a royal magic sword. Excalibur she set in stone. Merlin besotted and beguiled Reveals; his secrets for her love, Black magic art, dark sorcery. Which wantonly would seal his fate. Arthur's crowned King, he drew the sword. Excalibur it blinds the foe. King Arthur's scars in victory, By magic scabbard, they don't bleed. Merlin rewards his Viviane To cross the sea to Avalon. A magic castle on her lake, Whoever passed, they could not see He built for her by sorcery. She spurned his love, insanity. Merlin's a Druid going mad. Hallucination, lunacy. Now wild man of the apple woods In Avalon, misunderstood. Craving his freedom, prophesied, Three times how would a young boy die. He saw him falling from a rock. Then secondly, hung from a tree. And finally he would be drowned. His captors laughed, how could this be, A prophecy turned into three. One day the boy walked by a stream. He tripped and fell from off a rock His leg entrapped by roots of tree, Hanging, he drowned in waters deep. Merlin's predictions, set him free. But Viviane now cast a spell. Entombing Merlin in a stone. That temptress Lady of the Lake.