Imagine a cold and dark English night in the north of London. The Pevensie children, like many others have been evacuated from London as a result of the war with Germany. Professor Kirkle notices that the children appear bored and uninspired. He decides to tell them a story.

The Goddess and the Golden Staircase:

A rainy night, north of London
Inside of Professor Kirkle's home
The Penvensie children gather
A naked candle stands alone

They sit together on a rug
Their host is in his easy chair
There is silver in his smile
And there is silver in his hair

There is light from a fireplace
Painting shadows on the walls
The mansion is warm and sleepy
Marble statues witnessing it all

Please help me solve a mystery
Why do the stars shine in the sky?
What is that colorful spectrum
Up in the Arctic, very high?

I want to tell you a story
About a woman and her dream
To touch the face of heaven
Now let me tell you of her scheme

There was once a divine creature
Adorned in the best finery
These gems glittered in the sunlight
She took pride in her jewelry

Consumed by her own vanity
As well as arrogance and pride
She would want to draw attention
Whenever she would go outside

The other women despised her
None had the riches that she had
They planned to humiliate her
So they devised a wicked plan

They told her that the finest jewel
Was found on the face of the sun
If she could reach up and take it
She'd be the envy of everyone

She reached her hand to the heavens
She even stood on her tiptoes
If only the sun was in her reach
Or if only she could grow?

She would give the sun her treasures
Diamonds, sapphires, and rubies
In exchange for his shining light
That she would wear for all to see

She hired the best carpenters
To build a staircase, made of gold
She would climb to the sun itself
On the handrail, she would hold

She arrayed herself in clothing
And be a vision to the sun
She wore make up and fine fragrance
An earth goddess, she would become

Her gown flowed with many colors
She was a lovely sight to see
Like a rainbow before the sun
Complimented with jewelry

The staircase was blessed with magic
The stairs turned gold with every step
Her walking worked an alchemy
But was she walking to her death?

People stood around in wonder
The magic staircase, growing high
They could barely see the woman
Who would touch the face of the sky

The other women were laughing
They're treachery, they can't disguise
Who can touch the face of the sun?
Someone with vanity and pride

As the woman climbed up higher
She left the realm of earth behind
All she could think of was riches
The only thought inside her mind

The sun watched her with amusement
Such an unusual sight to see
This woman was quite beautiful
Whatever would she want from me?

She kneeled before his presence
Offering all of her jewels to him
In exchange for his rays of sunlight
Making her bright, and the sun dim

He was taken by her beauty
You can call it, love at first sight
He had plans for this young woman
In her beauty, he did delight

{The sun}
I put forth a proposition
I ask that you become my wife
For I can make you to a goddess
You'll be the Mistress of the night

But that was not what she wanted
She reached to steal the sunlight
The golden staircase disappeared
She would not give up without a fight

{The woman}
Give to me your golden sunlight
I want that treasure for my own
For I want to be the envy
Of all my village and my home

The sun did not pay attention
To all the words the woman said
She was to become his lover
Or he would make sure she was dead

{The Sun}
You will shine with me in heaven
And all the mortal ones will see
You are the treasure of the earth
And now you will belong to me

She surrendered to his power
She would live her life in the sky
To complete this transformation
The young woman would have to die

The sun reached his arm to hold her
Her body melted in his hands
He remolded and reshaped her
This was not what the woman planned

Her jewelry became the stars
That shine very bright in the sky
Her hair, like the midnight ocean
Teardrops from heaven that she cries

She lives with the Sun forever
A victim of her own devise
The Mistress of the Darkness
Is the other half of the sky

She's Aurora Borealis
She's often called, the Northern Lights
Her rainbow dress in the darkness
Illuminates the world every night

There's a moral to this story
You should not take what is not yours
I will see you in the morning
And don't forget to do you chores

Susan took the hand of Lucy
Edmund simply walked off to bed
Peter thanked the kind professor
Who was busy scratching his head

When all the children has left him
After they all said their goodnights
The professor, in his study
Reading about the Northern Lights