Narnia

Narnia, a place of magic and intrigue.
A place where dreams can come true.
A place that evil is always defeated.
A place that many would gladly go.

The beautiful, The brave,
Both apply in this place.
Oh to see, the Table of Stone,
To stand near Cair Paravel

To be one of the first to see that infant world,
As Aslan sang it into being,
To witness the creation,
Of a Pegasus,
To fly on Fledge, to the Garden of Life.

To see as the Pevensies saw,
The Death of Evil,
To run, next to a Centaur,
Fighting by it’s side.

To be there, as Cor and Aravis
Ran, and rode and staggered
To save, all of the North.

To be there, to see it all,
As King Miraz got his dues,
As the timid found strength,
To fight for what was right.

To see the Dawn Treader,
To see Aslan’s land.
To sit by Reepicheep’s side,
As he crested that shining wave.

To dodge the giant’s mis-thrown rocks,
With Eustace, Puddleglum, Jill.
To crawl through the belly of the earth,
To rescue an enchanted Prince.

To be there at the end,
As Narnia met it’s foes.
To weep silent tears,
When the sun set, forever.

To realize to your joy,
That it still exists,
If only in our imaginations,
And if only in our dreams