Lucy
He said she could never come back.
But she finds herself here again.
Prickly branches scrub her arms.
Snow falls lazily.
Could it have been a verbal typo?
She thought he never made mistakes.
A shine of dull grey in the distance.
The lamp-post still burns bright.
Magic…
The thought floats on the golden sun's rays.
If not he,
Then who?
Hadn't he said he had it in her?
Magic…
Did she return on her own volition?
A grin breaks out,
She runs.
The air is fresh,
Crisp,
Clean,
Narnian.
She is flying,
Laughing,
Gallivanting.
A split square stone reaches her.
The smile fades.
Wasn't it covered?
Hidden?
Magic…?
The forest behind her crumbles as she's yanked away.
Goodbye,
Another hopeful dream.
A/N: I decided to try my hand at a bit of poetry. I absolutely adore the Narnia series, I have ever since I was a little girl. I often thought that Lucy might have longed to return to a place that calls her so strongly. I know I would have.