Narnian Poem: The Bell

Narnia Poem: The Bell

When the metal is struck,

All will be fine,

Until the queen in her chair

Arises in time;

The boy shall be summoned,

A girl of the same too,

And with the bell in mind,

The boy would strike the desolate tome,

A cry so harsh to turn away,

Yet evil and terrible to consume,

So not only would he hurt his own self,

But he would impend doom on everyone else;

Yet in the same way,

When men fall at first,

For there was a time on the sunken Earth,

When no spring or summer lie,

So that winter never said good-bye;

And in that course of time that had past

Was a girl in the wood,

The queen at last.