Just a little poem I wrote from Edmund's point of view and how Aslan died for him.

I see the Stone Table where Aslan died
He did it for me and all of my lies

"It should have been me," I whisper through tears
I don't really care if the others can hear

His words come out from where they've been hid
"I know you, I love you, despite what you did."

I swallow as I touch the stone
Now I'll never be alone

This is why He died that night
Because he loves me, I know that's right.