A/N: This is of a songfic to a beautiful Russian song, Podmoskovnye Vechera, which has been translated into English by the titles Evenings Near Moscow or Moscow Nights. You can, however, read it as a poem, it will hopefully still make sense.
Midnight SilenceCan you hear the quiet, spreading all around?
No more heroic deeds, no more quests,
No more battlecries, daring, harsh and loud,
As we let our hearts to rest.
Do you hear the rain, the unhearable,
Like teardrops hitting the window-glass?
Are your thoughts, like mine, all unthinkable,
As we let our minds to rest?
Can you sense the world, breathing in deep dream,
Or hear those who dream without breaths?
Do we now deserve to enter blessed realms,
Did we pass our final test?
Silence will soon end, just like all things end;
I can hear the dawn's gentle cracks.
Will we be allowed to remember,
As we let our hearts to rest?
Based on and inspired by JKR's wonderful books.