Disclaimer: C. S. Lewis owns Narnia and the inspiration for this poem.

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Just an archer on the hillside,

Nothing greater, nothing less;

Insignificant, I'm often

Disappointed, I confess.

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Though I love my home, my Narnia—

Loyal I will be, and true—

Yet I wonder at my calling

In the wars that oft ensue.

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How much difference can I fashion:

Save one ally, kill one foe,

Many former quickly falling

While the latter's numbers grow?

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Yet I know this is my duty,

And my duty I will keep.

Simple nod my captain gives me

Brings forth what I know so deep.

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And the day my king did seek me,

Not his warriors and knights,

Smiled at me in commendation,

Comforts me in sleepless nights.

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Aye, my work does not turn battles:

Insignificant, I know;

But an archer on the hillside

Saves his king and slays his foe.

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A/N: Just a quick idea, from the perspective of any archer at any time in Narnia's history. I was a little lazier on the rhymes than usual (only two instead of all four lines of each stanza) but I liked how it turned out. Tell me what you think!

Oh, and maybe next I will get around to the projected prose one-shot (it frightens me a little, honestly, but I will try, I promise!).