This is a poem about and to Roger, as if written by Lyra Silvertongue. It is my first poem about His Dark Materials, so please read and review! ~Sarah



Roger, My Only Childhood Friend



Roger, my only childhood friend,

How I hated to see your end.

You were always my companion,

Almost like my fam'ly, my kin.

I knew that it was all my fault,

Your life ended, came to a halt.

I should not have brought you along,

To be taken by hands so wrong.

I felt so bad that you were used

By my own blood; I'm so confused.

I feel like I caused you to die.

Why did he trick me, why oh why?

When Will and I went to the world

Where ghosts, around us, whirled and swirled,

There I saw, with a ray of joy,

I found you, my friend, dearest boy!

But the ghost world was desolate,

Not where you should belong or fit.

I just wanted you to be free,

Far from there, at peace and happy.

So Will and I let you all out,

For your soul to roam free about.

In my life, you played a great part.

I'll keep you always in my heart.