A/N: This is my first attempt at poetry. It's a sonnet kinda about Dumbledore's death. Please read and review!
Disclaimer: mine, mine, MINE. Only the subject belongs to Jo.
For everyone who read this and gave me feedback, including Trisha at HU and my friends.
He's gone, he's left us, never to come back
The phoenix left as well, singing lament
His wisdom is exactly what we lack
And, though, my world seems to have been cruelly bent,
I know that life will go on as always
And, though I am in mourning, I accept it
He's dead and now his grave is where he stays
I witnessed it. My head, it seemed to split
I screamed, and tears streamed down my frozen face
I just could not believe he'd been killed
I want his murderer put in his place
The grave, prepared in advance, is now filled
I do not want to believe that it's true
That I'll never see his eyes, so blue.