This is a poem from Jill's perspective of going through the door at Experiment House into Aslan's Country. Reviews are always appreciated :)
I don't own Narnia
The Door
"It is sure to be no good"
We said. It always had been locked
But it opened and we stood
Stock still and merely gawked
It was not the dull gray moor
Nor the dreary autumn day
That we expected through the door
Blazing sunshine came our way
A forest filled with darting birds
With brightly coloured wings
We stared a moment lost for words
In wonder at these things
"Come on Pole" he said
But still I hesitated
"Is it safe?" I pled
"Once we're not separated"
A taunting voice came from behind
A voice I'd come to hate
All at once I made up my mind
And stepped into my fate