Sense Sonnet - Chiller

 Return of the White Witch

The White Witch, Queen of Narnia, I

Do enjoy my villainess role.

Sadly, in the tale, killed, I die.

But return to Narnia, my goal.

And when I return, winter will

Again sweep over all my land,

Providing all with bitter chill.

Pevensie children will be banned,

By freezing up the wardrobe door.

Asian, Lion, who killed me once,

I vow will trouble me no more,

All eaten up in my wolf hunts.

Narnia, again my cold domain,

Forever after I will reign.