She wears all black
Mourning through the graves
She looks at her loves'
And goes back to her cave
Always in the darkness
There tears are shed
Grief is grown
And empty threats are said
A great battle happened
Left many to despair
She sits in darkness
Like no one cares
Gloom surrounded the graves as the Dark Lady walks along them. Dressed, hooded in black, darkness clings to her, or that's what they say. In her hand a basket filled with red roses, in the other a single rose, as red as blood. She walks through the graves oblivious to mourners but her. At each grave she leaves a single red rose. The Dark Lady moves through the graves and crypts coming to the largest crypt. It once was white marble, but now, black as shoot. Etched in the marble were the words,
Here lies Ronald Bilius Wesley
A loving friend and family
Forever in peace
1880-1902
"Why must the young die
And the old be left on this
Cursed earth to see the end of it."
-a father
A single tear rolled down the Dark Lady's cheek, the only tomb that one would see a different rose, a solid black rose with a red ribbon tied around it. She moves silently behind the marble crypt. It one dared to go that far, they would see a lone crypt, for that is what the Dark Lady went. She stopped and studied the crypt; it was black marble, with two pillars with roses winding up them. She mumbles as she reads
"Hermione Jane Granger
A wonderful family and friend
Always in mind and heart
1880-?
'It is hard to feel alone,
But is hard to die alone.'
-a friend"
The Dark Lady walks slowly to the back and opens the wooden door relieve a coffin bed and a cabinet. Taking the hood off the Dark Lady relieves her face. Once bushy brown hair and a well rounded face, had disappeared leaving a gaunt pale face red lips, and limp brown hair. Hermione Jane Granger lives.
A/N: I don't know if to leave it like this or to continue. Review are wanted.