Edmund

Here's a Tuesday Narnia poem, following up on my Monday. This one is about Edmund. Monday, posted in Arts, is Eustace.
 I ate Turkish Delight from Jadis’ hand, I freely chose each piece myself.
Driving splinters of ice through my heart, one by one
Impaled by diamond shards
Impossible to melt.

More and more
I wanted, of the honey-sweets;
But the cold gold tin of Delight
Was in her furs, beyond my reach.

Not a thought did I have for anything
But Delight. You could see
My eyes. The look animals of Narnia know.
Slave of desire, thrall of ice.

Delight numbed me with its sweetness. I could not feel
The spears in my heart, at first.
But my pallor deepened my shoulders shook,
Agonizing, pathetic, cursed.

I wept, with eyes of rock salt, stinging and blinded.
I surrendered my frozen heart, crying for the Lion.
I sobbed apology. And He loved me in his own sorrow.
With the blast of a paw, He bruised my chest.

And the diamonds became fresh water