Can you see him? He draws his sword
And his dark eyes rage;
Rage like the ocean, dark as the woods,
And he fights, oh, he fights
For goodness or justice or peace
(Or honour or pride or fear.)
Do you see now? The killing blow -
The weary smile, the anger fades,
And he fights to keep standing,
To stand firm,
Until the battle is over.
Oh, but do you see? Watch as his eyes settle
Like glass on the sea,
And see him raise his shield and hope beyond hope.
Watch as the rage drains out of him
And is replaced with a different strength,
A kinder one,
An older one.
Can't you see him clearer now?
He drops to his knees,
Exhales,
And lets the fight end around him,
Clinging to a sheet of metal
And wondering at his luck.
Oh, a boy is nothing without his sword,
But a king is nothing without his shield.
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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...
