He knows what to expect:
Two l i f e l e s s bodies
And a whining infant.
He knows
It's all over.
But he still has to go,
Just to see.
And he steps right over him,
The man he so l|o|a|t|h|e|d.
And walks right up
Toward her, holds her.
She still has those green eyes.
That redred hair.
And for just a moment,
She's alive,
Everything's okay again,
And he never even considered
Joining the Dark Lord.
And if there weren't
T-e-a-r-s streaming down
His pale face;
If the baby didn't have blood
Flowing from a \j\a\g\g\e\d\ cut
On his forehead;
And if Lily wasn't so very cold,
Despite her hair
Giving the a.p.p.e.a.r.a.n.c.e.
Her head was on fire,
It might have been
Real.
But it's over,
And she's gone, and
All of this is his fault.
Still, a man can pretend.
And just for a
Moment, none of this
E v e r happened,
And Lily is his.
AN: I didn't like the movie's version of "The Prince's Tale" at all as much as I liked it in the book. Still, I felt the need to write for this bit because I really wasn't fond of it, and I wanted to understand it better. I feel that I've done better poems, but that this is the best I could do for this particular one. My apologies for the shortness, but the whole understanding thing didn't work out all that well. Thanks for reading.