A/N- This is in response to the ending of HBP. I wrote this when the book came out this past July, finally found the scrap of paper it was written on, and decided to publish it here.
Disclaimer: I'm not J.K.R I'm not rich- in fact, I am completely broke and I need what money I have to get into college. Please don't sue me; Harry Potter belongs to JKR, to me. I am merely borrowing the backdrop to this poem.
Those eyes will never twinkle
Nor that absent-mined smile shine
Nor his face when laughing crinkle
Now that he's up in Heav'n divine
All are sad to see him go
To the funeral good people show
To pay respects to one so dear,
And to remember times held near
He will always be remembered
He will always be held dear
He will always be respected
Always thought of: the only on He ever feared.