Poetry inspired by The Chronicles of Narnia

Blanket of Night

dearest Ania, today is your birthday, you are the most magical, wondeful  and amazing girl. In honor of you on this special day, I dedicate this poem to you :)

(imagine Queen Lucy, kneeling by her window, looking at the land of Narnia, as it lays under the blanket of night)

Blanket of Night

The woods and valleys go to sleep
When Narnia by the blanket of night is covered
While I sit so still, by my sill,
And look at the moon in silent wonder.

I feel the soft spring breeze on my face,
And breathe the fresh night air.
I cannot believe, how everything can be
So quiet and fresh and fair.

The fireflies flicker in the darkness,
Like tiny lanterns that can fly;
They whisk through the gentle air,
And blend with the stars in the sky.

I can softly hear in the distance
The sound of fauns playing songs,
They are dancing with the dryads
They love to dance all night long.

The wind it rustles through the trees
A firm and strong caress;
Almost as though it feels it must
Break the nighttime silence

When the wind blows my way
The voice of Aslan I do hear.
Telling of His love for me,
Saying he is always near.

How I love when darkness creeps,
With the fading of the sun's rays;
And a silent peace also sneaks,
When end the busy bustling days.

Alone I sit by my window
While the castle to sleep goes,
Just me and the voice of Aslan
That speaks when the wind blows.

The silent shadows of the wood,
Cast by the moon's pale light;
They reflect the stillness of my heart
That only comes with the blanket of night.