White

by dragons lover

This is supposed to be a poem from Harry's POV after he is killed by Voldie. Or is he? Oneshot.

White

Down,
Down,
Down.

My scar throbs.
I'm trapped.
There's nowhere to go.
No escape.

Light flickers.
Then darkness.
I fall,
But cannot stop.

A small light appears;
Coming closer,
And closer.

Like a fly,
I drift towards it.

I feel pure bliss,
Wash over me.
As quickly as it came,
It goes.

Alone again.
Then surrounded by lights.

Pure,
White,
Lights.