Sorceress with a love so deep
Her heart entwined in night
First love of the Black Knight strong
Before shadows took their might
Held to her a tiny star
Encased in silver locket
Once a symbol of their bond
Now vengeance deep to pocket
Every eve at sunset's pause
Her eyes would cast a spell
A kingdom bright turned dark and cold
Into the licorice hell
Her kingdom once a place of joy
With water, game, and life
Turned to shadows, love turned pain
In vengeance and in strife
One road led among them
From the cavern’s holy ridge
Morgana weaved her magic dark
Above the cursed bridge
Tales of her were whispered
In the terror of the lands
Her beauty masked by bitterness
And the violence of her brands
Shattered dreams filled up her void
Tears shed for each curse calling
Darkness was her craft to weave
Each night her heart was falling
Skill and magic held her sway
For she who tempted fates
None but her could rule the dark
Her power locked the gates
Years of hatred fueled her fire
Her spells a deadly dance
Trespass none within her grasp
Vengeance her vile Lance
Sunlight shunned her final breath
Blood her nightly duel
Hers alone, this dark domain
Where sorrow was her fuel
No one knew her twisted schemes
What every night she’d spun
Lives the sorceress set to snare
As shadows’ chosen one
Morgana’s spell of darkest art
Ensured the Black Knight’s fall
Her love turned curse, her wrath so fierce
Infected one and all
Thus the land was steeped in night
Each tale a tragic thread
Morgana's vengeance wrought despair
And left the fields blood-red
-Hermit King-
