Don't you remember,
When things were better,
Before all the bloodshed, the heartbreak, the death.
Don't you remember,
When things were better,
Without pain or sorrow weighing on our chests.
Before the prophecies, before the tales,
When we would all share jokes and ail,
And be like friends ought to be,
Without the secrets, without the pleas,
The pleas of death ringing in our ears,
Forced to confront our greatest fears,
But even worse, confront ourselves,
That we had caused the sorrowful yells,
The cries of those, dead or dying,
The sounds of innocent children crying,
We'd watched as over all those years,
And all the shedded mournful tears,
We had died off, one by one,
Till all that was left was how it begun.
A sorcerer, last of all,
But even he couldn't help but fall,
But they had won, they hadn't lost,
He couldn't help but wonder; at what cost?
A/N Hello fanfictioneers! Thankyou for reading this story/ poem. I know it's sad, but in the end it's a pretty sad show :( *wipes away tears at memory of finale* Anyway *sniff* please review, and thankyou for reading!