Open wardrobe door
snow drifts in from Narnia -
melts in English sun.
If the Macready
had not chased them, would they have entered?
Permanent winter.
Thawing icicles
Sweet chime of water ringing -
Jadis' most feared sound.
Four thrones stand empty
In the castle by the sea.
Earth, Air, Fire, Water.
The Lion's return:
a slow alchemical change
creeps over the land.
A Cair Paravel sunrise:
Four heads are crowned; flags flutter,
Mermaids are singing.
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