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Hunith's ulterior motive
I named you Merlin
To lend you wings,
So that you would
Not feel the sting
Of Cenred's cage
And Uther's hunt,
To keep you safe
Through wind and sun.
For Merlin, you were meant to fly,
And never be forced down,
Through rainfall wet and deserts dry,
No matter the will of the Crown.
Dragon or bird, wings feather'd or scaled -
My son was meant for freedom,
No chains could hold you, no prison or gaol,
Not servitude, nor serfdom.
I couldn't bear
To clip your wings,
Or see -
You merely existing,
And so, I let you
Into the wild,
And hoped that Fortune
On you would smile.
For Merlin, I could not see you die
'Neath Cenred's filthy thumb,
I knew you were Fated for the sky,
And no small minded scum
Would keep you flightless on the ground,
Beheaded, burnt, or bloated ;
To no tyrant would my son be bound,
His integrity eroded.
Heroes don't
Get happy lives,
But must, through hardship
Hope, and strive.
So fly, my son,
Stop not to fight,
But liberate
Yourself in Flight.