A/N: A little poem I wrote about the Great Dragon at the end of The Witches Quickening. review please but no flames
BTW dose anyone else think the dragon was creeper-ish at the end of that episode? he was all, "Merlin, I'm waiting, let me free. Merlin. I'm a creepy stalker Merlin, MERLIN!
DISCLAIMER: if Merlin was mine, Morgana whould not be evil. So obvilesly and sadly I don't own it
Alone in the caverns
Deep under the castle of Camelot
The Great Dragon
Lies in wait
Waiting for a promise
He thinks will not come.
The young worlock had promised
to free him.
But the dragon knows
That the boy will be hesitant
Stalling,
Bidding his time
Empty promises
Words thown lightly in to the wind
The dragon roars
The sound amplifing though the caverns
Tierd is he of waiting in the dark.
For twenty long years has he waited
To feel the sun on his wings
Casting great shadows on the land
Far, far
Below
Gold scales shining in the light.
He feels as though he cant wait another day,
Yet more weeks
Months
Years
Waiting,
To be set free.
Suddenly he can take it no longer.
For a second
The walls feel as though they close in on him.
Crushing him
To his
Death.
He roars again
And reaches out with his mind.
And he finds the warlocks mind,
Sleeping, lost in his dreams
To him the dragon is forgotten.
Not for long.
He roars
The sound pounding in the warlocks brain
"MERLIN!"
The dragon waits.
He knows
In a short time
He will be free.