When Tash met Aslan on the plains
his putrid aura permeated
the golden air that Aslan's Mane
had touched with light and sweetness.
"And what brings you to Narnia?
Disaster must be close at hand;
you only come when trouble brews.
Have you a plan to cause some?"
"Why I'm here is your concern?
You've some balls to ask me this.
I can vanquish you with a breath!
To me you can do nothing."
"You can but won't. The magick speaks
of greater things than vanquishing
a wretched spectre such as me,
but please, do tell me something:
King Caspian, Tenth, a Telmarine!
Why his ancestors came for war; they
invaded, conquered, and suppressed
all of the magick here.
And he, descendant, on the throne
and spawned form seed of those whose crimes,
allowed by you, for scores oppressed
all of the people here.
Yet there he sits upon his throne.
His wife, the halfbreed of a star,
renound for her beauty, burning bright!
She'll warm his bed tonight.
Then there's the son, Rillian,
the Prince and heir, the only child:
a brilliant boy, I must confess.
A fine young king-to-be.
So why is Caspian so blessed?
Just why does he escape the rod?
Is it his blind devotion to You
that you reward him for?
You crowned him when he was a child!
What child would not be so enthralled!
It's rather a suspicious thing:
to make a child a king."
"What are you suggesting, Tash?
Caspian would fear me, like his
foolish ancestors did if a
heartbreak ever struck?"
"As usual you hit the point
with all the sharpness of an oar!
I DO think Narnia is built
on faulty childish hearts.
Yes, I know who you came to stop;
just let it happen. Let her come!"
"What concern is it of yours?"
"I too give justice its' due."
It was a fine day when
King Caspian, his Queen, and son
all ventured North for recreation,
but then the serpent came.
Silently she slithered.
Deady was her poison bite.
"Mother! Quickly! Move away!"
The sleeping queen was struck!
Rillian, hot-blooded prince,
oh why did you take up your sword
against the poison green serpent
you'll drop your weapon for?
Etheral beauty and magick light!
The risen one has come to strike!
When Rillian saw her dance,
his mind thralled. He was enchanted.
Down, down, down he went
to her secret lair.
Years went by. His father lamented
all with bitter tears.
King Caspian was near his death
and without hope for his kingdom.
Then word that Aslan was afoot
among the Seven Isles
came to him. He was so tired
old and frail. But King he was!
King he would be! He set sail!
Man and bird and beast,
Satyrs, fauns, and centaurs, all
his courtiers came to see him off.
Giants stood and looked on as
the king boarded his ship.
When they arrived and the king's eyes
fell upon that final shore
the albatross did alight
upon the crows nest above.
His shaky legs upon the sands
of the island, misty and cold.
He looked to see the albatross
glowing in the morning light.
It flew and landed on the ground,
eyes beckoning to be followed.
King Caspian sallied forth
and followed to the hill.
The albatross flapped its' wings,
mighty and broad, causing wind to howl.
It stopped mid-air and brilliant light
shined form it's deep breast.
It grew brighter and burned itself whole;
only a fissure of light remained.
From that fissure burst forth
one with golden Mane.
"Son of a bitch! Just the lion
I came to see. I have a problem.
WE have a problem! I am old.
I have no heir to the throne.
What am I to do? For decades I ruled!
Aged before my time. No family sustained me!
Ruling while aggrieved. No vengeance to quell me!
I am but son-of-eve!
I have tenderness crawling within me, Gods!
By the Mane, by the stars, by the ground we stand on!
Why would you do this to your chosen king?
To kill all the Telmarines?
As a child I was made King.
With my bare hands you staged your coup.
Convert your foe and end the line?
Does this complete your defeat of me?
Where is Peter? Where is Lucy?
Oh friends! Where are you? Eustance! Edmund!
Send them NOW! I command it of you!
Deliver us from this fate!"
King Caspain then sunk to his knees.
"You know what you do! You fuck me!
Fuck me! You fuck Narnia, too!
Well FUCK you!"
Silence breathed across the hill.
Golden air had given him life
enough to say his piece. "Your son,
Rillian, will be there
When you reach home. Eustance, too."
Oh Eustance, my friend! And my son! Rillian!
I will leave at once! Aslan!
I am a happy man!"
The dusky rot of Tash's weight
polluted all this splendor.
The spectre came and was enraged
by Aslan's interference.
"By all the brazen fools of man
and all the magick rules you bend!
Why I would be the victor here
if not for those children!
You played with me! No honest bet
allows for such benevolence!
Your Narnia! Your little pets!
You ruined my ambition!
To let him die without his hope
was more that you could stand!
Without his knowledge you could just
as quickly saved his kingdom!
Just who are you to now allow
inevitable hardship to
come manifest its' tragedy
upon the lives of men?"
Aslan licked his paw and said:
"I do whatever the fuck I want to."