In one sense I was devastated that the lullaby had been create

In another sense glad

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A beautiful, provoking piece was created

To destroy Narnia, to give her the complete control of everyone

To destroy what she thought was everything good

Mindless that I had created another Narnia,

That this was just the Shadowlands

That this was nothing compared to what was to come

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But yet the lullaby had been created to do wrong, to harm

But I was also glad that she had made it

It was a spectacular example of what just a few notes could do.

It was a work of art

It said everything the listener was

It said what the creator was, whether she wanted it to or not

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It was everything beyond comprehension, but yet it was completely and totally understandable.

It was pure joy, pure sorrow, pure war, pure peace, pure hatred, and pure life

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It was true music

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I am infuriated beyond comprehension that she would dare to do such a thing

That she would dare to create such a piece

Dare to undermine my work

Dare to use something so beautiful to do something so wrong

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But yet,

I am glad that she made it,

Glad that it haunts her,

Makes her rethink her actions,

Her choices,

Her life.

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As a punishment I will allow the lullaby to drift upon the zephyr,

Forever haunting her

Making her rethink every step herself

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As a reminder I will allow the lullaby to drift upon the zephyr

Reminding each of us

Of what is right, what is good.

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As a hope I will allow the lullaby to drift upon the zephyr

A hope of what is to come

Of the Narnia beyond the Shadowlands

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Forever the lullaby shall remain in the Narnia

Upon the wind

In the minds

In the hearts

In the souls

In Narnia.

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Forever the lullaby shall remain in the Narnia, saying something different to each.