My first poem on fanfiction(dot)net! Yay! I don't own Narnia or any characters associated with it. But boy, do I wish I did!
I can't breathe.
I was brave.
I might leave.
I don't think I can be saved.
But I think I have to stay.
The others might need me.
Will I see another day?
And if I die, will I be free?
Footsteps getting close;
I think the three are here.
They must've killed our foes.
Oh, the ones that I hold dear!
I swallow a juice.
What's occurring?
My helmet feels loose…
I decide to start stirring.
I open my eyes and there they sit.
My siblings, all three.
My eyes begin to wet a bit
As I look at those around me.
I'm filled with glee
There's no more cold.
Peter says while he hugs me:
"When are you going to learn to do as you're told!?!"