~ by Donna Ferguson Dudley

Once, two sons of Adam, two daughters of Eve,
Began a great journey, to fulfill prophecy!
In London, war-threatened children could not remain,
So with love their Mum sent them, fast away on a train.

But deep in the countryside, what should await?
A marvelous journey where, predestined by fate,
The smallest of them, little “Lucy” by name,
Would discover the magic, all begun by a game.

The large home that sheltered, called for “Hide and Seek”,
So the children all scattered, and small Lucy did peek
In a room, where she found a great wardrobe, alone,
And giggling, quickly, inside she’d soon gone!

Instead of a back to the wardrobe, she found
The magic of Narnia’s snow-covered ground!
And there lived a Faun that she chanced, soon, to find.
Invited to his home, she thought him quite kind.

“No Christmas”, the faun said, “for the past century,
In the Great Land of Narnia (very sadly),
And no spring has sprung, through the deep winter’s grasp!
A hundred and one years ago, had been spring’s last.”

But that faun, Mr. Tumnus, did plan to betray,
And played his pan pipes, till little Lucy did sway,
And fall into sleep, to awake to his tears,
And his sad confession, of the White Witch he feared!

Her orders, they were, to report anyone,
A daughter of Eve, or of Adam, a son.
But stricken, remorseful, he helped her escape,
Back, she went running, her tale to relate!

When Lucy went back though the wardrobe, she grieved,
For her sister and brothers just could not believe
The story she told them, but t’was not for long,
For soon, first one brother, then all four had gone,

Through magical wardrobe, where the White Witch awaited,
But also their purpose, which legend related.
For two sons of Adam, two daughters of Eve
Were destined to evil witch’s powers, defeat!

No Christmas, there known, for the past century,
Because the White Witch had so cursed it to be.
And no spring had sprung through the deep winter’s grip,
For something was needed, to the witch’s curse, slip!

Through mistake and betrayal, Edmund found the right path,
Back to the Good, but to White Witch’s wrath!
She claimed Edmund’s life; all betrayers, she claimed!
The boy had mis-stepped, and “betrayer” was named.

To save Edmund’s life, the Great Aslan did give,
His own life in sacrifice, so Edmund could live.
But Aslan, triumphant, rose from martyrdom’s night,
To all the great host of good creatures’ delight!

And Aslan, Lion King of all Narnia stood
Beside them through war, fought ‘tween Evil and Good!
The winter was ended, witch and minions defeated,
Through Aslan’s sacrifice, and four’s help, he had needed,

To fulfill the prophecy that all Narnia knew,
Together they fought, till they made it come true!
Lucy and Susan, Edmund and Peter,
Were crowned Queens and Kings, as Narnia’s Leaders.

Little Lucy was sad, though, seeing Aslan walk away,
But Mr. Tumnus comforted, “He’ll be back here, one day.
But don’t try to hold him; he’s not a tame lion.”
“But he’s good,” Lucy said, and she knew he’d be fine.

‘Til stars fall from heavens, forever revered,
In magical Narnia, growing up through the years,
Soon Lucy, and Susan, and Edmund, and Peter
Forgot their old lives, for life could not seem sweeter.

But one day, out riding, they saw a lonely lamp post,
Which tickled their memories, like a strange, friendly ghost;
Dismounting, they found that the path that they trod,
Led to a confinement, exceedingly odd!

And suddenly, passed through a wardrobe, they fell
From out of the door, with a great tale to tell!
No longer all grown up, the years had all flown,
And every one back into childhood had gone!

Back to their schooldays, the four of them, all,
Until the next time they felt Narnia’s call.
The wondrous adventures are all in the books,
By one C. S. Lewis; go on, take a look!