I wrote this back in 2005 while anticipating the release of "The Lion, The Witch and the Wardrobe". Lucy Pevensie has always been the character in the Chronicles I related to most, and I got to thinking about how difficult those post-Narnia years would be for her. Originally, I wrote these lyrics to the tune of "Lincoln's Army," a wonderful song by Johnny McEvoy performed by the Irish Rovers on their album "Come Fill Up Your Glasses." I'd had the tune running through my head and it seemed to be challenging me to use it as a jumping-off point for a ballad. Eventually, inspired by my good friend Beth, whose long correspondence with me began after I posted this poem on Epinions, I composed an original melody. This song draws from several of the Narnia chronicles, particularly "The Lion, The Witch and the Wardrobe" and "The Last Battle". The characters are the property of C. S. Lewis and his estate.
Lucy's Lament
She rests in her room, distracted and gloomy,
Impervious to the pale moonlight's embrace,
And silently sighs as cerulean eyes
Shed teardrops that trickle through troughs down her face.
The lines betray years when, despondent and weary,
To bring to fruition the fate she'd foreseen,
She strove and she pleaded with cries all unheeded
To go back and reign as a Narnian queen.
Her world is uncertain. A fluttering curtain
Of dread brushes past her. She fears an attack
Of the spoken Deplorable Word, an immoral
Action that never could be taken back.
The teen is forlorn, for though Aslan had sworn
That He could be found here, she's not seen Him yet.
In whispers, she wonders if she was under
A spell when it happened, and should she forget?
But sparkling rivers, congenial beavers
And ancient trees thickened with new-fallen snow
Call to her softly, though her sister scoffs
And claims 'twas a game that they played long ago.
Yet she too was there, and she clung to His hair
On the glorious morn when He conquered the grave.
She too heard His roar and, as never before,
Felt strong and compassionate, faithful and brave.
How Lucy has missed her, this sweet older sister
Who shared the most marvelous job in the world.
Su now calls her weird, but how she once cheered
With the rest when the Narnian flags were unfurled!
How could she abandon that glory for random
Accoutrements of an inferior land?
Lu can't help but feel that those times were more real
And that England will never be nearly so grand.
With hope growing fainter, she's touched every painting
And opened each wardrobe that she's come across.
She's searched every station in deep desperation;
Her spirit sags with a profound sense of loss.
He told her to stay here and make her own way here,
But it's not the haven it was way back when.
Her true home lies hidden till a Storm - or a Kitten -
Summons her back to her kingdom again.
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