Narnia Poem: "Heir" // remake //
So, as the subject says, it's a remake of my last poem, that wasn't really a poem, it was a nursery rhyme-a child's song (lyamainu pointed it out to me, thank you). Now, no matter how much of a failure I am in poetry, I gave it a second try.
I spent the whole day thinking of a way to make that piece of poem/child's song into a real poem and I remembered what my teacher used to say to me after every failure: "It's not that you can't do it, because you can, it's just that you don't try hard enough. Don't give up, because you have it in you, so keep trying until you make it."
She thought I had the talent to write poetry, I just needed to find my muse and I think I finally found it. So, here the final version of this revelation of mine.
I hope it's okay this time and not so confusing.
Title: "Heir"
Author: Me
Characters: nameless boy, around 10-15 years old.
Pairing: the one you like the most, but there must be one Pevensie involved at least, or there couldn't be a heir (have in mind that it has to be het), also, take a look at the A/N before you think of Caspian/Susan or Caspian/Lucy.
Warnings: depends of the pairing you pick, but it must be het.
A/N: Post-Golden Age, Pre-Prince Caspian, book!verse. Remember, English is not my native language, so if you see any mistake (grammar, misspelling, anything), I'm sorry.
Summary: He is but a child to the world... but to his Kingdom, he is just the Heir, the one to sit on the Throne.
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The invasion's destroying my realm
and I turn to look at my men.
"They won't shatter our dreams," I say
and I know they'll do what I ask of them.
My mind sceams: "It is not fair!"
I am just a child to this heartless world,
but they don't care; I am just the Heir
of the Kings and Queens of Old.
I watch them fight, I feel their pain;
they run straight ahead, some of them soar.
I watch them fall under the rain
and I hear, from far away, a mighty roar.
My mind whispers: "It is not fair..."
I watch them kill, they won't give up;
they die for me, 'cause I am the Heir
and so Her last and only Hope.
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You know, comments are Love! And constructive criticism is very much welcomed!
I really want to know what you think, please?
I spent the whole day thinking of a way to make that piece of poem/child's song into a real poem and I remembered what my teacher used to say to me after every failure: "It's not that you can't do it, because you can, it's just that you don't try hard enough. Don't give up, because you have it in you, so keep trying until you make it."
She thought I had the talent to write poetry, I just needed to find my muse and I think I finally found it. So, here the final version of this revelation of mine.
I hope it's okay this time and not so confusing.
Title: "Heir"
Author: Me
Characters: nameless boy, around 10-15 years old.
Pairing: the one you like the most, but there must be one Pevensie involved at least, or there couldn't be a heir (have in mind that it has to be het), also, take a look at the A/N before you think of Caspian/Susan or Caspian/Lucy.
Warnings: depends of the pairing you pick, but it must be het.
A/N: Post-Golden Age, Pre-Prince Caspian, book!verse. Remember, English is not my native language, so if you see any mistake (grammar, misspelling, anything), I'm sorry.
Summary: He is but a child to the world... but to his Kingdom, he is just the Heir, the one to sit on the Throne.
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============
The invasion's destroying my realm
and I turn to look at my men.
"They won't shatter our dreams," I say
and I know they'll do what I ask of them.
My mind sceams: "It is not fair!"
I am just a child to this heartless world,
but they don't care; I am just the Heir
of the Kings and Queens of Old.
I watch them fight, I feel their pain;
they run straight ahead, some of them soar.
I watch them fall under the rain
and I hear, from far away, a mighty roar.
My mind whispers: "It is not fair..."
I watch them kill, they won't give up;
they die for me, 'cause I am the Heir
and so Her last and only Hope.
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You know, comments are Love! And constructive criticism is very much welcomed!
I really want to know what you think, please?