The path steeps up and crooked, my back down and twisted.
My hand once supple upon the downy head of my son,
Is spotted and curled under, gripping the staff, feeling nothing. 198 more words
I think this blogger is right (http://da.rryl.me/2012/eschatology-in-the-last-battle/) in saying that The Last Battle is not a parallel of the Book of Revelations. If we treat it as a simple allegory of Lewis’ eschatological views, we’ll miss the brilliance of his work. 2,167 more words