Disclaimer: I, in no way, take credit for the characters mentioned in this poem, nor do I claim ownership of the title character in this piece, Sirius Black. They all belong to JK Rowling.

Part I

It's cold in here

And I can hear the screaming

Of inmates just like me.

No windows, just sadness

And screaming.

It's not fair. No trial-

Just from my friend's resting place

To this place.

Where it's freezing,

And dark.

I don't deserve this.

I don't belong here.

In my sleep I see their faces,

How I imagine their faces

And they're scared.

They fall to his feet and I

Get the blame.

And their son

My godson

Harry.

I see that name

I see his face.

He's everywhere in this place.

Thirteen years of darkness.

Thirteen years of screaming.

Of no pleasant memories.

My punishment till death.

I won't allow myself to die in here.

I'll see his face

He'll know the truth.

Thirteen years is long

Enough.

Part II

How could no one have done it before me?

Busting out was just too easy.

And I wander the streets of London,

Lost dog searching for a home.

So close, but so far away.

I see him.

A duplicate of my best friend,

With his mother's eyes.

I can't let him see me, not just yet,

Not close up. The darkness is my cloak

This black fur coat is my disguise.

I'm getting restless waiting

For the transformation

Into a human, not a dog

Not a brute.

Not a prisoner.

My judgment day is coming

From the only jury that matters.

Moony, if you're out there,

Harry, if you will listen.

I'm sorry.

Part III

The closer I got, the more like James he became

And the truth is revealed.

I've been set free,

Yet there are chains still bound to me.

But I can live with them now,

In fact, I don't feel them.

The heaviest chains have lifted.

And he loves me.

My best friend incarnate

My godson.

Harry.

And Moony,

My friend,

The only one left

He's always been the understanding one.

I'm free of their judgment

I carry on.

Trapped in these walls,

Feeling useless.

Feeling crowded.

And he's off at school,

No longer needing me.

At least for now.

I can't let him go.

My best friend,

My godson,

My best friend resurrected,

Looks just like him.

With his mother's eyes.

Part IV

Here we are now

Entering our goodbye.

I wish he wasn't here to see me die.

So much I could have said

So much I could have done.

And what about Moony

How can I leave him?

I would cry

If I could.

And all I can think,

All I thought

Is how I'll see him.

My best friend,

Sirius and James,

Padfoot and Prongs,

Reunited at last.

He'll greet me with a smile,

Pat me on the back, while saying

"What hell took you so long?"

But what will become of his clone,

The boy with black hair,

And those green eyes?

And Moony all alone.

He's the last thing I see,

My godson.

Before everything goes numb

And I go blind.

I stare at the boy

Who's my best friend incarnate,

My godson.

My best friend resurrected.

But he has his mother's eyes.