Last
Whoever thought that I
Would be the last one standing of us four?
I believed that I would die first
Of my curse
But you went before.
I thought none could fell the great duo that was Sirius and James
Even though you played dangerous games.
We lost the rat long ago,
Tempted by a stroke to his ego.
We tried, we tried to keep him,
But he left us and brought the rest of us tumbling into a sad fate -
A world so grey and dim.
But I refuse to hate.
For hate has torn away the only friends I knew - the only ones
Who knew me for what I was,
And loved me still.
And now I know what hate does.
Kill -
The soul and mind.
So I will love.
And I will keep watch over what my friends have left me,
Harry.
I will remember the love on his father's face,
My friend's face,
As he looked upon his boy.
And the look in his mother's green, green eyes,
That spoke of something not time or death can destroy.
Love.
And I will keep close the memory of care that Sirius brought
To the last vestige of his best friend,
His son,
Even though the hollows of his eyes told of horrors without end.
I am the Last.
The friends of my youth have gone,
And all my tears are shed.
All that's left to do is carry on and know that
Friendship is never truly dead.
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