Author: LuciusBelyakov PM
A poem. Morgan & Merlin accidentally exchange each of their darkest and most regrettable secrets through telepathy.Rated: Fiction T - English - Poetry/Hurt/Comfort - Morgan & Merlin - Chapters: 2 - Words: 1,184 - Reviews: 3 - Favs: 1 - Follows: 1 - Updated: 09-15-11 - Published: 08-14-11 - id: 7285947
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Author's note: I replaced this chapter by accident... :(
I'm trying to recreate this part to the best of my memory.
In other news: This title may have to go, in light of the upcoming Snow White film.
The wizard's head was shaved like a skull
He's a thin man, made that way from the famine in the air,
The air of wars
And thin air, he might have come out of thin air.
And he's crowned kings
Ruined a girl over a sword
Her body still floats
A solid glass gown,
A casket miles long
Until the sun comes to unthaw.
What is hard?
'Hunted her with hexes I sent down like eagles
Couldn't give him what was in the scabbard
Or on the hot anvil being made
It wants to go home
I can't breathe
Broke an ankle by the lake- Give it to me!
By a magician's hand
I turn the water
Hard as the palace floors.
I will kneel on and be knighted on
With the same knife from the woods
You feel on your sword for,
I pull thee up,
Goddess of the lake,
Now we have a ghost on our hands,
My lips will kiss my way out
Of the wall I can't break
My dress is indecent
It didn't have to be,
Where'd you put it?
In the king's hand?
The one in the air with his son and his dove.
Where did you put my father I mean?
Can't you feel him there with you?
My eyes should be ALL green,
And not falling down and turning blue,
Skin to be applied like makeup I get it out of bowl
I say Latin over the fresh skin I ladle out
I have a friend, who I scrape up with a spoon all the same
Ash and ashes of blond
And a jaw,
Why'd you have to grab my skirt?
We don't need a doctor, I'm suppose to shake I told him that.
Its only a spell
You're the food of the table
All spilt on the floor
I can't even kiss you with my lips
The kiss won't be mine
They're the king's lips
They run in the family
Get up off the floor!
Mama don't hit
The floor tastes nice
The banisters hit him not me,
My costume's coming off…