It used to be a man, but now it's just a corpse. Falling, almost
as if there was no such thing as time. No such thing as gravity.
This piece of the world is just a slip, a mistake.
This cannot really be happening. He is powerful, undefeatable.
He is everything to this war, more so than I could be. I am just
the figurehead chosen to win or to die. I can be easily
discredited and ignored. This has been proven over and over
again.
Falling, what a dreadful refrain. What a wonderfully insane way
to say that things will never be the same. This is the end of
what can be called innocence, I think, because how do you move
past all the loss? So much is gone for so many.
And the body is still falling.
And now I think I am falling.
How could he make such a mistake! He was supposed to know
everything. He should have known not to trust so easily, but he
did, and that is what made him unique. That is what made so many
flock to him, and that was his fatal mistake.
Falling tears, but I must go on this cannot be happening. Why?
We trusted you and you are the most vile piece of this puzzle in
my head, this sad tableau.
Hey now, Potter, the show must go on! Get up off the ground, pick up
your legs and move! Revenge does not wait for you because you
are not special. You are just like everyone else, broken and
tired. Life goes on and sometimes it leaves you behind.
And now the corpse, the good man, my mentor; hits the ground that
sound is lost to the fury of the storm outside and in.