Infatuation, real love and man, remain a query.
Similarly, who is an enchantress and who the prey,
It’s all so baffling and a real mystery!
And if love is not requited, revenge follows
Reducing love to a hollow,
Non-existent, a void, an emptiness,
With thousand colours of weakness.
The painting depicts the infatuated Merlin beguiled.
By the lady of the lake, Nimue, supposed to be mild,
Loving, enticing and romantic,
And awesomely terrific.
Comes the moment of being in distress,
Under the spell of the enchantress
Destined for tragedy and greatness.
Merlin lies trapped in her magic, mysterious,
Though himself a wizard legendary and famous,
Now imprisoned within a hawthorn bush, so helpless.
Time and tide bring revelations shocking,
And so heart breaking,
Leaving one utterly disillusioned,
And by fate or by own karma pinioned.