The snow was soft as fur

Angel-winged and white

A hand-brush with forever

Dazzling and bright

–

That wardrobe held our wish

That gushed forth liked a stream

And birthed a wondrous world

With daring and a dream

–

The freshness of our youth

We marked with snow-stained feet

And we had faith in fancies

A lamppost light to lead

–

My bow and arrow served me

The twang sang in my ears

Like birds of war ascending

Putting to flight my fears

–

The horn was at my lips

And notes rose from the past

Like the sweetest drink of succor,

My lips still crave the taste

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But the thing that charmed me most

The Lion, and His mane…

The way His roar resounded

Majestic and untamed

–

We journeyed there as one

We weathered storms with friends

The world was fair as love

And darkness had an end

–

But all is now eclipsed

Our memories recede

For nothing is as real

As children’s make-believe

–

The world is deaf and dumb

Wrong is the same as right

We are the walking wounds

Of disillusion’s bite

–

Take the compass path

We have oft been told

Accept it all as nothing

Rage not against the cold

–

Try everything and nothing

Experience is key

Embrace the senseless vacuum

That sucks out memories

–

This is the grownups’ world

We dreamt of in our youth

Yet now a nightmare reigns

And we ask, what is truth?

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I manage in the day

To play the cynic’s part

To know that God is Dead

And so is my cold heart

–

But in the night I scream

And beat my pillow hard

For woods of worlds still haunt

And numb souls feel the shard

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Yes, in the night I dream

I hear the lion’s roar

I see Him handed over

To even treason’s score

–

I see the witch of ice

Who seems most like our world

With all her cunning calm

And all her wrath unfurled

–

“So much for love,” she says

I see the blade unsheathe

I see it plunge through fur

I see Him drowned in death

–

I shudder and awake

I tell myself it’s false

I shiver in the silence

And yet I feel the loss

–

Oh yes, the loss runs deep

Deeper than any lie

So I embrace the pain

And in the dark I cry

–

I feel no ounce of faith

Yet terror in the doubt

For there is so much to lose

I never dared to count

–

I tried to turn my mind

To shiny grownup toys

From posh careers and styles

To flirting with the boys

–

Yet emptiness is here

And deafness in the soul

I only dream of lion’s eyes

Hear Narnian oceans roll

–

So in the dark I walk

Step by step alone

Yet sometimes I’m a queen

Upon a Narnian throne

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And there are tremors here

An earthquake splitting breath

A table cracked in two

The turning back of death

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For dreams are often real

More real than real to me

And I think if I keep dreaming

The truth might set me free