Aslan

My tears silently streak as Aslan lies peacefully upon the Stone Table,

Never again magnificently moving, beautifully breathing, nor lovingly living.

By the enemies, he had been hurtfully harmed and cruelly given a horrible label,

Yet I still remember all the merry memories of me and this brave being.

I remember his heart as happy as a bouncing ball,

And his mane as magical as a waving wand.

No doubt was his stunning strength a wall,

And his beaming beauty far and beyond.

As I wipe away yet another running tear,

I realize what has become of this animal's life.

My frightened feelings now contain so much fear,

That I cannot control myself as I feel wounded by a knife.

Because I wish to make myself believe,

That by my side, Aslan will never leave.

By: Jillian Li