A/N: sorry this poem is a little short, but its one of the best poems I have ever done. Please reveiw and tell me what you think!
Chronicles of Narnia
As I run my fingers across the smooth bone of what was once unknown, I shall never know if I could read it once again without cheating and skipping to the end. But now I know the fate of four small children with ones hate. But it is good that Aslan was there to save the day and kill that hate, that might have been worse then mace. in all the world there isn't anything better then to sit down and read the book as nice a feather, C.S. Lewis has written well, the chronicles of Narnia shall forever dwell on my book shelf.