Chapter 0 - Wrenching Free
Submitted November 11, 2012 Updated November 11, 2012 Status Complete | Poem: A dryad's point of view on the destruction in the forests in The Chronicles of Narnia: The Last Battle.
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Chapter 0 - Wrenching Free
Chapter 0 - Wrenching Free
Wrenching free from the soil.
Majesty, they're coming.
The axe is in his hand.
Trees across the land
Are listening for the sound.
Roots are frantic in the ground,
But I will make it through.
I will come to you.
Tooth of steel, frenzied mouth—
Greed coming from the south.
Traitors say that my God
Has given them His rod
And this land is their spoil.
My land. My seeds. My toil.
But I will escape.
While they slice my sisters down
I will be
Wrenching free.
Majesty, they're coming.
The axe is in his hand.
Trees across the land
Are listening for the sound.
Roots are frantic in the ground,
But I will make it through.
I will come to you.
Tooth of steel, frenzied mouth—
Greed coming from the south.
Traitors say that my God
Has given them His rod
And this land is their spoil.
My land. My seeds. My toil.
But I will escape.
While they slice my sisters down
I will be
Wrenching free.
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