Poems For Narnia

The Roar of Aslan

The lion roars,

His voice is heard,

His loyal subjects spread the word,

That war draws near,

And winter's end,

And those who will not fight will send,

Good luck to his majesty,

And wishes well are sent to thee.

The White Witch

She who brings winter,

And all of the snow,

She never brings Christmas,

That much we know,

She calls herself Queen when she's really not,

And anyone who says so,

Regret it a lot,

To statues they're made,

In their grave they're laid.