i wrote this poem about two years ago after watching the voyage of the dawn treader for the first time. (that's the chronicles of narnia for all y'all unenlightened folks out there.) it's about the scene in the dark island when Edmund is facing an old fear/foe. that part was not in the book (as in keeping with the rest of the movie), but it moved me very deeply, as i recall. it was my first "good" poem. lots of people i've shared it with liked it/didn't understand it, so i thought it would be appropriate to share here.
Unlight
By Sarah Fuller
Dec/11/10
By Sarah Fuller
Dec/11/10
The Unlight falls like a shadow in our desperate lord's great hall.
It creeps into their very minds.
It slowly moves towards me.
"What am I to do with the madness here before me?" I ask all who care.
The dark villain moves closer.
I have seen this Unlight before.
I cannot recall how or where, but it pierces my mind like sword.
What does it remind me of, this demon from below?
It is despair. It is death. It is the greatest of my many fears.
Closer still it creeps...
The people all around me, ones who I once called friends, yell "Run! Save yourself from pain!"
Yet another voice, hardly able to be heard, whispers, "Stand your ground."
"Why, Voice?" I cry. "Why must I proceed, when all the others run and hide? Have I not greater weakness than they?"
"Fear not, for I am with you to the end."
The once small whisper becomes a mighty man.
The great darkness, the poisonous mist, the spider, is now before us.
"I know you are weak, but I am strong. Trust me, and I will protect you."
He gives me His hand.
We will defeat this Unlight, this fear, this death.
This darkness once too strong for mortal man, the Protector has made Light.
The people come from hiding, bending a knee and proclaiming the Voice, The Protector, is our Savior and our King.
The Light prevails victoriously.
