Disclaimer: I don't own Narnia
A/N: I know this poem is kind of odd, but it just popped into my head one night. I think it'd be fun to put it to music and have a real ballad, but until then, this is my poem.
In a far away land
Under darkness of night,
From a castle of evil
A boy rides out of sight.
From his uncle he flees
Miraz, stealing the throne
By slaying his brother,
The boy's father, long gone.
For ten years and a day
The true king has been dead,
And his son, the real heir
Must now flee fear and dread.
For the queen, the boy's aunt,
Hath borne Miraz a son,
And if king had his way
Nephew's life would be done.
But the Prince has escaped
And the king is undone.
Prince Caspian:
Brave; honest; noble, and true.
Must blow Queen Susan's horn,
His last hope, the boy knew.
Was to call back the four monarchs
Who saved Narnia before.
And with Aslan to guide them,
Meet Miraz in war.
So the horn the boy blew,
And four children appeared
In the castle they'd reigned
Not for thousands of years.
And a dwarf came and found them,
And eventually they came
To Stone table's hill,
Kings and Queens of great fame.
And the High King dueled Miraz,
A battle was fought.
Indeed, it was one
Narnia never forgot!
And the children returned
And the Prince was crowned king;
Now the tale of Prince Caspian
The minstrels all sing.
Yes, the battle is over
Yet the war is not done.
We must fight for the lion
Until sets the last sun.
Fin.