Poetry inspired by The Chronicles of Narnia

Will the Journey End

Poem inspired by the book The Silver Chair.

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Will the Journey End

Snow and cold, cold and snow
The ground is frozen through,
The grass is withered, the trees are bare
The sky is grey not blue.

Grey, grey the landscape is
Dotted a bit with specks of white,
One can not help but wonder
What made the colors hide from sigh.t

Forever, it seems we've journeyed
With no beginning and no end,
Just when you think the road has finished
Ony to find the end, was but a bend.

Forward, onward we must go,
Forward, though not sure where,
For pray, how can we know,
When we have never ever been there?

Will this journey ever end?
Will we return back home?
Will we find whom we seek?
Or are we destined forever to roam?

Night has fallen all around
It's blanket thick as ever,
We must camp here for the night
Despite the biting weather.

I lay down on the ground
Trying to forget the ache and wind,
Those signs I must repeat
But to forget them I begin.

I must say them tonight,
For I forgot to yesterday.
And the day before that too
And I think for many days.

Though my mind is cold and numb,
And all I want to do is sleep
Tonight I will force myself
One by one the signs to repeat.

I hope I don't forget tomorrow,
I hope out journey will end soon,
I hope tomorrow we will be warm,
And I can sleep in a cozy room.

I close my eyes and try to block
The wind, the rain, the snow,
I slowly drift off to sleep
Forgetting to repeat the signs once more.