Me: Lucy, do I own the Chronicles of Narnia?
Lucy: No, Clive Staples Lewis does!
Me: Jeez, if I had a name like that, I'd want to be called Jack, too! But Siriusly. I don't own Narnia, that is property of a British guy. I am not British, nor am I a guy.
Where once green grass spread,
Now white snow has covered.
The trees, who once danced with
the fauns, now stand tall and bear.
One hundred years the winter has lasted,
never a Christmas, and many have lost hope.
Many have lost hope of the returning spring
that would mean the end of the
White Witch, the hope that would mean
Freedom.
But for some, hope will never be lost.
For those who still believe in spring,
Hope will never be lost.
Hope is what feeds their spirits,
Their spirit is what strengthens their savior,
their savior is what weakens the Witch.
When the Witch is weakened,
she can be defeated.
Once she's defeated,
spring shall come once more.
When the spring comes,
Flowers will boom,
the snow will melt,
and
Hope shall be stronger than ever.
Hello to everyone there :) New readers on the CoN fandom, and my readers who have me on author alert.
For new readers, review and I hope you liked the poem I wrote. I worked really hard on it!
For my Death Note readers, I need you to check out my profile, I have something REALLY important that you need to see. Please don't hate me for it, and please don't throw rotten vegetables and fruits at me Dx
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Anyway.
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