Narnia's Beginning: A Poem

Greetings, all!
Here is a poem that I wrote a few years ago. I based it off of the Magician's Nephew chapter when Aslan creates all the creatures and living things that inhabit that world. I hope you all enjoy it, and let me know it the comment section what you think about my poetry style! XD

Narnia’s Beginning

Based on The Magician’s Nephew, by C.S. Lewis

The land without light has begun

A place where not yet a tongue

Has spoken.

Far away, notes are dancing,

Tripping, graceful, bright, like the dawn

Rises o’er the black of night

To chase away the shadows.

Another chorus joins the first,

Silvery and cold, high and tingling

Like a flash, the stars appear

As if an ebony curtain, thrown across the heavens

Was pulled away by the icy music.

Now, glorious, the music mighty

Brings forth the golden sun on high

Laughing for joy, it heightens

And enhances the new world’s beauty,

Revealing the Master.

A Lion.

Golden, shaggy, light, and shining

Huge, warm, majestic, singing

His World into existence.

Softer, lilting, the music changes

Bubbling, sparkling, like a stream

That flows over the mountainside

Washing away the dust.

Grass begins to grow, creeping

Like a wave across a sandy beach

Springing up like a cricket leaps

Heather begins to increase.

Notes like a beam of light

Are singing through the breeze

Another instant the melody creates sweet flowers.

Deep, long notes are rumbling

Dark fir trees in existence.

The Song has changed.

Fiery notes are sounding forth,

Deep, rumbling scales are bursting out

Light, airy tunes are floating high

Soft, furry strains are being sung.

They are creating Life.

A tiny note has made a mouse,

A larger tune has formed a dog.

Sleek, shiny airs have fashioned cats,

While watery chants created Naiads.

And woody calls shaped out Dryads.

The creatures are made.

The music ceases.

The Master is still.

He opens His mouth,

And breathes.

Long, warm, moist, soft.

It sways the creatures.

The stars begin

A pure, cold music

Difficult to comprehend

Beautiful as silver,

Sharp as steel,

Hard as diamonds,

A flash like fire.

The Lion speaks.

“Narnia, Narnia, Narnia, awake. Love. Think. Speak. Be walking trees. Be talking beasts. Be divine waters.”

His voice shivers, tingles, quivers in the air.

It is done.

Narnia is completed.

By MiddleEarthMusician 10-19-2015