A/N: This is a poem I beta-ed for a friend; this is my version of it. Thank you, Monkey, for giving me the idea for it! Check out The Lion's Call Forum /forum/viewtopic.php?t1069 for her version.

Disclaimer: I, of course, am not C.S. Lewis. And so, of course, I don't own these characters. Need I say more?

Small fingers at my doorknob,

Small fingers open my door.

Three mothballs roll from my mouth:

They go unnoticed.

A girl stands before me,

A girl fingers my carvings.

My row of coats look back

At her smiling face.

She steps inside me,

She walks in through me.

My wooden back is gone:

We feel the snow.

Little does she know what I have in store for her.

And I smile.

The girl stands in slippers,

The girl stands in candlelight.

I see tears in her eyes:

Was it a dream?

She opens my door,

She opens it with fear.

I feel a breath of wind:

She smiles.

A boy follows her,

A boy follows her slowly inside.

He grips my door tightly:

He swings it shut.

Little does he know what I have in store for him.

And I smile.

A distant crash sounds loud to me:

A distant crash I hear well.

My wooden ears perk:

Listen for the sounds.

I hear four children,

I hear them running up steps.

Spare Room door bangs open:

They swing it shut.

I feel them dive inside me,

I feel them crash around within.

Then emptiness once more

Settles inside of me.

Little do they know what I have in store for them.

And I smile.

They come back through me,

They come back, four kings and queens.

As they fall I cannot help

But look upon them with pity.

The youngest falls down,

The youngest cries for her country.

I pity her greatly,

But I cannot give in.

The young lad holds onto her

The young lad, he holds back his tears.

I see his utter confusion;

The dying hope in his eyes.

The oldest girl is angry;

The oldest girl, she pounds at me.

I know she's begging me

To open to her again.

The oldest gives me one last look,

The oldest turns the others away.

I watch them leave, one backward glance:

They turn and walk away.

Little do they know what Aslan has in store for them.

And I smile.