A/N: So this is one of those unexpected things that happens quite randomly at eleven at night... It started out as a brother of Jadis watching the fighting and wondering what had happened to their world, then it became the equivalent of Aslan watching and ...not really wondering, but...sighing?... but then the last paragraph was so poetic that somehow I rewrote it all into a poem/lament sort of thing. And I like it a whole lot better now, so whaddya know!
Mourn for Charn
That once bright gem
That jewel of all cities!
Here once the King above all ruled
In days of peace and glory
The land was green and fertile
Children danced in the streets
Songs of salvation were sung
War was unheard of
Peace reigned
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But now the jewel is tarnished
The glass is shattered
The blood of innocents waters the soil
Children are enslaved
Shouts fill the air
What pride so twisted the hearts of the rulers
That love was forgotten
And thrown in the dirt?
What could justify such anger
That would turn a world against itself
To the ruin of all?
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A cold wind blows – cold
Like the sun that shines so pale at noon
It whispers death as it threads
Through ruins of a once great city.
This prideful city now has no honour
Leaving its dead in the street to rot
Skeletons bleaching under the pale sun.
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Woe to Charn!
See your folly, great kings, and weep
For no more shall come of this world
Light fades on Charn
Light fades, and night comes.
One last thing, I'm working on a chapter-length story at present, but I don't know what the title should be. I've made a poll at the top of my profile, so please vote for what title you'd look at and then want to read more of ;) Thanks muchly!