Songs of Narnia

EveningStar

EveningStar

Mage Scribe
Staff member
Knight of the Noble Order
Royal Guard
This space is for poetry about Narnia, much of it by Narnians, tho' not all. I begin:

A SOLDIER'S LAMENT
Writ before Beruna's Struggle

Night is nigh
Stars of Heaven unfurling
Write the epitaph of bygone Day

Sil'vry moon
Silent clouds impearling
Cross the diamond sea full underway

Hills of home
Motherland of yearning
Can you see the same nocturnal play?

Hearth and home
There my heart is turning
Ere my light and life are swept away

-- 2nd Lieutenant Leptus, O.L.
 
I think you might like this one even better:

BRIEF SPRING
To the Dead of Beruna

Beruna's fields are bright with blooms
That nod and tremble in the breeze
And round about the open mead
The birds bedeck the verdant trees

We used to pray for blooms and birds
And spent our blood to bring them nigh
To green the trees and free the land
And here beneath the grass we lie

Keep high the flag and sing the songs
And ne'er forget the price we paid
Or we, though dead, will not find peace
Though still beneath the sod we're laid

Our spring was brief
 
THERE'S A FAMOUS HEROIC TUNE I NEVER GET TIRED OF USING. A CERTAIN WELSH CENTAUR WILL RECOGNIZE IT.

This should be sung in B flat major. The words are suitable for many imagined crises:
both in canonical Narnian situations and in EveningStar's Byron-on-Wells sub-universe.

Dryads, Fauns and Hounds with language,
Armored Kentaurs, hard to damage,
Bears and Rabbits growing cabbage,
Justly you contend.

Beavers, Foxes, and plain Humans,
Let our land not fall in ruins.
Valor, tempered with wise prudence,
Brings an honored end.

Tash is not the true god;
Aslan, we call You God!
Adam's Earth can see Your worth,
So we will never need any new god!

Friends of Narnia, on to glory;
This will ever be your story!
Ever bear these words before ye:
THIS WE SHALL DEFEND.
 
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IF DREAMS CAME TRUE

If fondest wishes could come true
I'll tell you what I'd want to do;
I'd run to Aslan's soft embrace
And plant sweet kisses on his face
And, trembling, stroke his silky mane
And share with him my joy and pain;
He'd seal me for his courts above
And I would pledge undying love
And that is what I'd surely do
If fondest wishes could come true
 
I'm reminded of King Tirian finding his father alive again on the Heavenly side of the Stable, and the rejuvenated father embracing Aslan. The Christ Avatar gave His good and faithful servant the kisses of a Lion.
 
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