This is how Peter dies
He does not die in blood, or honor
He dies with a cry
He lives and dies mostly in a place
Where he is not needed
But it could have been prevented
Aslan could have seen his eyes
So desolate and lost
His smile is charming as is his jokes funny
All so no one would guess
That Peter dies a little by little
As he never sees home again
So when he finally dies
as the train rolls over him and Edmund
It is a release
The first poem I have ever written. I thought I would give it a go. Tell me what you think :)