Disclaimer: I do not own Narnia's land,
Jadis or Charn or world of man,
I do not own Cair Paravel's halls,
Or beaversdam and rivers falls,
I do not own a queen or king,
A faun, or dwarf or anything,
Or Aslan in his eastern throne,
For these are Narnia's things alone.
Summary: My first Narnia Poem, ignoring the disclaimer. Basically it is just about Narnia and the places around it in general. I dont have a title for it yet so suggestions are welcome. Anyway...enjoy:
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Kings of Narnia sit on high,
Beside the sea, beneath the sky,
Where wind blows rough against the trees,
At Cair Paravel besides the seas,
In north there lays the giants land,
And Calormen in south does stand,
While friendly is the strong mid land,
Archenland the realm of man,
And battles fought of strength and will.
In valleys by the highest hill,
Where the stone table once did crack,
And Aslans How now rests its back,
Two sons of Adam, two daughters of Eve,
Once would come and take their leave,
Of the world that once they knew,
And fight for free in worlds anew,
And kings of old would watch in awe,
As High King Peter came and saw,
And drove back all who yet would harm,
The world of Narnia in its calm,
And Aslan lord beyond the sea,
Who wanders over all that's free,
Would journey westward from his home,
Past Lone Isles from Eastern throne,
And westward winds blow ever on,
Towards the heights of setting sun,
A lamppost stands all alone,
And points the way to return home.
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