The Lion, The Witch And The Wardrobe. Poem by Sandra Kavanagh Josefsson

The land of youth, you did once venture to.
The land of magic, locked behind a closed door.
When opened it revealed,
the best of your fantasies.
You could not wish for more.

There he stood on a mountain high.
Standing majestic as the King he was.
Proud and austere,
but with a heart of gold 💛
and from whom you had alot
to learn.

The land was cursed by a wicked white witch.
She had laid the icy cold winter over their paradise.
There were no flowers there.
No signs of joy.
But one day they would rise.

But one of you were disloyal.
In your search for power,
you betrayed the others.
In your search for riches,
you betrayed the poor.
In your search for fame,
you betrayed your soul.
Every debt had to be paid and
it all came back to your door.

But you got redemption because
he gave his life, a sacrifice.
As the stone table broke,
he was resurrected,
As the witch was unaware of the magic,
that would bring any innocent folk,
killed in the place of a traitor,
back to life, as they were protected.

The war it came
and there was much bloodshed.
The forces of evil were at last slain.
You children, were crowned Kings
and Queens of the land,
and all your honour did remain.

15 years later,
while in the forest chasing a stag,
you come across your wardrobe,
the one that was abandoned.
And as before when you entered,
you returned to your previous life,
many years had passed,
but you returned as the children,
you once were,
And realised nothing ever lasts.

How you wish for those days of magic.
How you wish you could return.
But you have the memories tucked in
your heart,
and they will never burn.

Verse: Sandra Kavanagh (c) .
Poem based on C.S. Lewis novel 'The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe'.