I'm catching snowflakes in my hair,
And seeing magic everywhere.
Maybe I should've known better,
Maybe I should've worn my sweater,
Maybe I should've been more scared.
I'm catching hail on my tongue,
And breathing stone into my lungs.
Maybe I should be more wary,
But this is just the sin I carry,
Maybe I'm not my father's son.
I'm catching frostbite in this cold,
But seeing shadows flecked with gold.
Maybe I should be more faithful,
I haven't always been this hateful,
Maybe I should be more bold.
I'm catching sight of what will be:
Lonely children, kings and queens.
It's my job, I think, to save them,
But they don't need me in this haven.
Maybe we are finally free.
Maybe this is Home to me.
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Further Up & Further In
FanfictionThis is my attempt to add to the beautiful world of Narnia through my writing. Inspired by both the books and the movies, I have written several one-shots and short stories on a variety of themes and characters, and as long as the inspiration keeps...
