The High King Will Return: A Chronicles of Narnia Poem
~ by Joshua David Ling Editor's Note: The song recording of this poem may be found BandCamp *** Chorus: False kings will quake, And tyranny break. And the High King will return. Like a bright…
~ by Joshua David Ling Editor's Note: The song recording of this poem may be found BandCamp *** Chorus: False kings will quake, And tyranny break. And the High King will return. Like a bright…
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