This is about Roonwit just before he dies.
Disclaimer: I don't own Roonwit, Narnia, ect
Roonwit's Last Hour
An eagle swoops down low
To a clearing in the trees
For there down far below
A familiar form he sees
The centaur lays near death
With an arrow in his side
And as he gasped for breath
To the eagle he replied
All worlds draw to an end
Life is but a fleeting thing
So do not fear my friend
But bring this message to the king
Noble death is a treasure
No one's too poor to buy
A man will show his measure
By how he goes to die
His life was ebbing fast
He breathed his final breath
Brave and loyal to the last
He achieved a noble death