Winter's Bane

by Hawki

Poem: Thanks to the White Witch, Narnia endured a century of winter. It was inevitable that the land would suffer because of it.

Winter's Bane

A land that's felt a touch of frost,

A land that's gripped by woe.

A white witch lording from above,

While the ground's covered with snow.

…

The snow itself keeps piling on,

Above, a cloudless sky.

A feeble sun keeps beating down,

On plants about to die.

Winter's touch intensifies,

It's long been this land's bane.

Some heat and warmth is needed here,

Such as from a lion's mane.