Waiting for Spring

Winter is now here
Snow making a blanket on the cold, hard ground
The green of the grass has seemed to disappear
In the still air there is naught a sound

Fauns and Dryads dance no more
Happiness has now faded away
Hope, though will linger on forever more
Please give a dawn for this long, dark day

The stillness consumes
The light continues to grow dim
How long must it take until Spring blooms?
We are restless and our thoughts and expressions are grim

The fluttering of a bird's wing
The call of a fox
Could it be? Or could we all be imagining?
Can this truly be a Christmas box?

A call to arms from the Great One
Oh, how fast we all ran!
All good folk came, we left none
All came to answer the call of the King of the Wood- Aslan

The Great Lion- both terrible and wonderful
With a golden mane and velveted paws
His Coming was a miracle
For, He's not a tame lion, after all

The Sons and Daughters of Adam and Eve came
And soon after came the powerful and ice-hearted White Witch
The one who called herself a queen- for the winter, she was to blame
None accept the Kings and Queens looked at her, for fear of being bewitched

The morning after She came brought grave news
A Dryad told us a tale none wanted hear
Was a Free Narnia a only fantasy, only a ruse?
For wasn't it easier to think that Aslan had only disappeared?

King Peter took the lead, as a High King should
We were to meet the army of the Witch head on
We were to be hopelessly outnumbered, but would do the best we could
Is this to be the End? Or is this to be the Dawn?

Riding out in front of us, King Peter gave a great cry,
"For Narnia! And for Aslan!"
And then we rushed to meet them under the clear, blue Narnian sky
We then fought, with all that we had

Prince Caspian looked up at his tutor expectantly as he closed the ancient looking book about Old Narnia, "What happened next?"

Doctor Cornelius chuckled at the sixteen-year-old's enthusiasm. They were on the High Tower, discussing what used to be. The Doctor answered, "The story stops there. You know the rest, Aslan came back and destroyed the White Witch. Then the four children were crowned as Kings and Queens of Narnia."

"But why does it stop there?" Caspian wondered.

"Who knows? But, now, it is getting late. I believe you should go to bed now, my Prince."

Reluctantly, Caspian agreed. "Goodnight, Doctor Cornelius."

"Goodnight, dear Prince."