Note: I claim the poem as mine. I don't claim Aslan though.
The Final Journey
To hear the Lion's mighty roar,
To see his boldly face,
To watch him run o'er the plain
With unimagined grace
His paws are like soft velvet,
His fur is just like silk
He plays just like a kitten;
Waiting for some milk
His voice booms like strong thunder
His touch is soft and kind
I feel his presence moving me
It's fuzzying my mind
He walks to me so slowly
I can almost feel his breath
Upon my face so warming me;
I dismiss my thoughts of death
"My dear," He says with soft nuzzles,
"You have reached you place, this is no puzzle
You have lived your life very well;
Now tell your friends good-bye
For you have died a peaceful death
There is no need to cry"
I nod with understandment,
And climb onto his back.
I do not turn around,
For there is nothing that I lack