Aslan

Hollow-eyed, pride-less lion,

hunger sweating from his tongue

what a shame, once

mighty, how his sinew

sheaths, blunted, beneath a

crumpled coat.

How we all might surrender,

to the frailty,

of Pride -

skin pitted by the embers of

the fire

we won't surrender.

His bones, His moonstone teeth,

sand-burnished tombstones,

the lone hubrid monuments to

His religion.