Even your successes are failures—but your failures successes.
Fame have you sought, but infamy overtakes you.
You seek Arthur’s downfall, but he is firmly upheld,
And shall yet sleep when all your works are dust.
You work to overthrow Llogres—but Llogres,
Though it stumbles, shall yet stand,
Rising again from the ashes of Britain.
The infallible acts of the Presence
Are made in the light of the Lord’s Passion, which
Was set in the mathematical music of the spheres
And the conspicuous singing of the stars.
You, O queen of Orkney, have fallen.
When will you learn of your folly?
He who is with us is greater than whom you invoke.
I probably wrote this poem sometime late in high school, and revised it when I overhauled the series as a whole; I’ve been working on cleaning it up and polishing it for a few weeks now. (Though it might seem somewhat apropos of “Merlin Before Guinevere”, which had a somewhat lively discussion last week, that’s not why I post it now.) It’s obviously rather late in internal chronology as well.
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