it was a great grim
an open space
spells had produced an endless blister
to reach the place
and then the sun got low
"not long now" said he
now vanishing, the light
she wondered whether she could really
bitterly tired
they allowed themselves one more rest longer
then began the overpowering dream
and suddenly, they *were
Loosely based off C.S. Lewis's The Lion, The Witch, and The Wardrobe. Done for a language arts class assigment.