I dug up a couple of my poems I wrote while reading through a couple of Lewis's Narnia books. Thought I'd bring them back for a bit. Holding Fire was from end of The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe. Untamed came from the beginning of Silver Chair. They're best paired with the particular sections of the books referenced, but could stand alone. They're a mixture of a couple of themes, and I suppose I'm still trying to figure them out.
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Holding Fire Like the Night
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mine assembly follows closely
my blood even closer
thy wood strangely familiar
bright tree of steel intrigued her
holding fire like the night
thy stag white as powder
leaps and strides ever faster
mine assembly falls asunder
whilst my sisters rise above them
holding fire like the night
thy wish that would be ours
finds ourn eyes wooded deeply
caught beyond this world and thine
and the heart that would be mine
holding fire like the night
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Untamed
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opaque his lens his own shape
it seems is trapped in cube
as you feel compressed
as a diamond is beautiful
he can see her art
and marvel he may
while keeping those demons
as the Lion's mane
draws warmth from their Love
buttons and zippers
and catalog flippers
and all the lines of the cliche
lip service burn from anxious
tongues of fire
sky of blue under Aslan's
mountain lies life of good and
evil too preoccupied with themselves
to see it pass
so time will come unknown
to most the vex will resound
while father pride will wither
to be destroyed for
He is not a tame Lion.
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