My name is Susan, and I am the Wanderer. It has been a while since I came into Aslans Country. The only thing I miss is Lucy Pevensie. I look down from Aslan's Country, and see my Lucy speaking to Tirian, the last King of Narnia. I look away, pain in my eyes. I believed in the Great Lion at the very second I laid eyes on my siblings dead bodies. Aslan was kind enough to take me with them. I look down, I scream and go!
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I look at faces longingly aware
The people of my enemies lay dead,
I am tried to touch one of them on dare,
I fall in love with her, the fair, instead.
The beauty is the cause I am no more,
The southern sun pales under her beauty,
She is the weapon of war we adore,
She is the woman who settles the score.
I try to confront but instead I fade,
The price of being traitor gets in way,
Her lonely figure bathed in the tree shade,
If I come before her, what will she say?
Be gone, thou not welcome near my person!
The war thou caused without real reason!
I go. Tears in my eyes. How did I cause the war? I believed eventually! Is that not enough? I have failed my people.