For the cold weather, an icy poem, about Narnia, forever winter under the spell of the White Witch...
Winter Spells Over Narnia
Words of power, where she stands
The sky, so clear, is now cloud white
And snows are falling over lands
Dawn breaks upon the coldest light
Words of power, they turn to stone
Frozen agony, their face is still
As petrified where once was bone
This is her might, this is her will
Words of power, her might is great
Makes a time of ice, a time of cold
And yet her powers may abate
When Aslan comes, so very bold
The Empress Jadis ruled this land
But now her time runs out like sand
Café
-
Drop-in Jèrriais chat today 1-1.50pm at Santander Work Café (upstairs in *LISBON
*room)
6 days ago
No comments:
Post a Comment