The Wizard’s Call
High up on Glastonbury Tor, evening mist quiet and still,
A Magnificent Figure, bending nature to his will.
A million souls yielding candles to the sky,
Hearten the Wizard forward, asking the question why.
Gathering as one, a vision they could clearly see,
A destiny so bright and true never allowed to be.
A Wizard and his King bringing prosperity and fortune to all,
Camelot’s souls, loving and hopeful, joined the Wizard’s Call.
Blue eyes flashing gold, arm held strong and true,
Drawing closer to the Tor, a promising golden hue.
Serene, Strong, Determined, the Wizard strove through the night,
Returning Friend and King, with the will of his might.
Bathed by the love of Moon, Stars and Flame,
Sparkling jewels from the Wizard’s hand, summoning Arthur by name.
Midnight true, the souls see a figure descend the Tor,
The Wizard’s Call leaving them joyous, wanting no more.
And so it came to be, Merlin and Arthur, Sorcerer and King,
Reunited once more, to the citizens of Camelot did bring.
Health, Happiness and Joy, in friendship, magic and gold,
And The Wizard’s Call in time thrived in the folklore of old.