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Oh Arthur how I miss your touch, how I Whish to wake.
But still I lye her griped by the Lady of the lake.

In days of old you wielded me.
Or did I wealed you?

Since you wielded me how like a human I think.
In days of old what mater the passage of time to one how is eternal.

What a time we had.
Before and after us the kingdom became mad.

Before time for you I was made.
Now without you I am but a shade.

Merlin gave me to your Farther hoping with our help he could keep the thrown.
But he gave into lust and you were born and I was driven into stone.

Many counsellors and toadies whispered in your ear.
But only the Druid Merlin knew both of us could hear.

Arthur I must confess sometimes I whished that Merlin would use me.
With our power combined more than just man would have to flee.

But he never did and perhaps that is best.
Now like me he waits for the future time within his stony rest.

So now I sleep and dream and sing.
To bring your descendent the one who needs me the future King.