Poetry inspired by The Chronicles of Narnia

The Ballad of the Caloremene and the Dryad

The Ballad of the Calormene and the Dryad

In the magical land of Narnia,

Deep within the forgotten wood;

You’ll find an entrance to a tunnel,

Where an Ivory Tower once had stood.

In the tunnel, neatly stacked,

Are legends and tales from days of old;

Come, find a cozy spot among the ruins,

Tonight one ballad will be told:

In the golden age of Narnia,

During the reign of Peter, the High King;

When the fauns danced with the dryads,

And all the animals were free.

Prince Rabadash of Calormen

Had decided to start a new way of life,

And he came to Narnia for the purpose

Of wining Queen Susan to be his wife.

One of the prince’s royal guards

Was a brave and noble man.

He had journeyed across the sea

To this strange and foreign land.

He was tall and of fair face,

With dark skin and hair and eyes.

He was loyal to his prince

Prepared to live for him, and die.

As time passed the Calormene grew weary

Of the life at the royal courts

So he left the palace grounds

And took a walk, for he was out of sorts

As he walked along the wood

Among the trees a voice he heard

Singing a song he never knew

Harmonizing with the birds

The voice could not be human

It was far too gentle and sweet

It seemed to come with the wind

And resembled the rustling of leaves

The Calormene quietly followed the voice

And came to a clearing in the wood

And saw, with her back to him

A graceful, feminine figure stood

Her figure was quite unlike

Anything he had ever seen

She had form, but seemed half transparent

And her skin, a gentle forest green

Her long, long hair half transparent too

Looking as though it was made of leaves

Her robes where loose and gently flowing

And when he saw her, he was reminded of a tree

The Calormene took a step to her

And broke a twig upon the ground

She gave a start and jumped a little

Then fearfully she turned around

And as her eyes looked into his