“If ever a myth had become fact, had been incarnated, it would be just like this. And nothing else in all literature was just like this. Myths were like it in one way. Histories were like it in another. But nothing was simply like it.”
- C.S. Lewis, Surprised by Joy
A battled knight and glinted sword
A quest through misty dales —
A far-off land where danger lies
The princess in distress now cries
The ships set sail beneath the skies
All echoes of The Tale
The ageless dragon wreathed in flame
A threat behind the veil —
A quest to save, defend and hold
Their home and kin from days of old
The worth far more than mounds of gold
All echoes of The Tale
A wardrobe with enchanted wood
A world now set in scale —
A Lion’s tongue, a prophet’s dream
The waning of a winter scheme
The coming ray of summer’s gleam
All echoes of The Tale
The king who climbs down from his throne
Against the violent gale —
The strangers welcomed to the feast
A crown now cast to serve the least
A Kingdom where the poor are priests
All echoes of The Tale
Really creative! Great poem.