Narnia

I can't say I'm entirely pleased with this one, but I thought I'd post it anyway- it has it's moments, and my friends seemed to like it.

I'll take flight,

To forests of green and yellow,

With speckled sunlight on the ground.

I'll sleep, opening my eyes,

In a snowy clearing,

Where the crystals hang from the trees.

I'll stop the shaky breaths,

Completely, and reawake

In Narnia.

I'll stand in the glade,

No need to breathe, or bleed,

And just listen.

You'll all be there,

In the wind, in the trees,

and I'll tell you stories.

When the last drop of blood hits the floor,

Then I'll be in that forest, calm,

With fawns and lions,

With trees that can listen,

And a magical boy who can fly and will never grow up,

And I'll never grow old,

I'll stay,

With the white rabbit whose clock has now stopped,

And the green knight will cut my skin with his sword,

A beautiful pain that I know will last forever;

And though the wounds won't heal, 

The blood staining my clothes,

I'll stand, stock-still, bare feet on the frozen ground,

Staring at the sky I fell from,

Glad I finally reached this place.