Analysis Of The Poem Hello, Morgana - 1534 Words

Hello, Morgana. A few hours before dawn, Arthur received word that Morgana was stirring, the last dose of belladonna finally wearing off. He wanted to be there when she woke, when she discovered where she was, to tell her himself what awaited her. A spiked bracelet engraved with archaic runes was now clasped on her forearm and locked by blood. His blood, and only he could release her from its bonds. Morgana sat on the cot, her head buried in her hands, wild hair spilling down her arms. She raised her head at his final approach on the other side of her cell bars with a group of faces known and unknown to her. Bloodshot eyes, haunted and confused, met his before the moment passed and the coldness returned upon recognition. She pulled herself to her feet with as much grace as her weakness would allow, slightly swaying in the balancing of her stance. I knew you had it in you, Arthur, she said with sarcastic pride, coming to stand before the rods of iron separating her from freedom. Uther would be proud of you. She presented her arm to him, tracks of crimson seeping from under the silver band, her lips twitching to force a crooked smile. The Hades Lock. Ancients told that no matter how powerful you were, once Hades put his hold on you, there was no escape from his realm unless he allowed it. I assume your blood sealed it. Arthur crossed his arms and nodded once, determined not to rise to the bait she dangled verbally in front of him. It had been like this between them