“Tirian”

He saw his nation’s cherished world come crashing down.
Disaster was permitted, of one sort
Until the Emperor ordained another
To bring all to his chosen final end,
Which was long planned to be but the beginning
Of the truer and far better things.

He saw—as the omniscient author said—
More than the world within a stable’s walls,
And did his royal duty, passed his test,
Amid his nation’s worst and basest hour.

Those who had saved his nation long ago,
When his remotest ancestors had reigned,
This time appeared again (at their own deaths)
To share his trials and passage into glory.

Last night, I happened to be thinking about The Last Battle, following a train of thought that made more sense then than it does now. And then the first lines of this popped into my head and wouldn’t let me get to sleep until I’d written them down.

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