Eye of the Oracle

Merlin’s Prayer

O King of Light, so true and wise,

Who grants in troubled times

A wealth of counsel from above

And prophecy in rhymes,

I ask Thee now to pour Thy mind

In measure after measure,

For days of darkness snuff Thy light

And rob our only treasure.

An evil power snares the land

Deceiving flesh and blood,

And even kings are fooled by her

Beguiling, blinding flood.

But hast thou granted her a time

To foster lies and hate?

Dost Thou foresee what I cannot,

A day this flood abates?

A flood of murders, vengeance, wrath,

And hatefulness within

’Tis worse than forty days of rain

That purged the earth of sin.

For in this flood we must endure

And swim amidst the mire,

While kings do battle over words

And murder what they sire.

I beg you now to bring an ark,

A savior, king, a knight,

And rescue those who wait in faith

To see his sword of light.

Prepare me, Lord, to live till I

This noble son behold,

For prophets dream, but few awake

To see your plan unfold.