Disclaimer: Sadly, I, Rachel G. Elkins, in no way own Harry Potter..Oh what a suckish world!
Summ: Poem of Sirius's life of abuse and his young death!
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Never Able To Fly!
Sirius, a first year,
He came from a dark home,
He was always worse for the wear,
The wounds that were there,
Never were they shared or shown,
Sirius, now in his second year,
No longer alone,
Though he was still forced home.
He had James
And Remus,
And little ole Pete,
The wounds,
They didnt hurt so much now,
No more then just another routine.
Sirius,
A third year,
Now back at school,
Remus sensed the bruises,
And James was told.
But Sirius,
His argument stuck,
So they spoke of it no more.
Sirius,
Now lay on the floor,
Beaten and bleedin',
Crying out in pain,
Capable of breathin' no more.
Thats how they found him,
Alone there on the floor.
He lay there so still,
He lay there so cold.
His friends they cried,
For he could not be saved,
Swearing revenge,
To their dying days.
The Headmaster and Teachers,
So shocked they were,
Such a happy boy he had been,
Filled to the brim,
With laughter to share and an innocent soul,
Always seeming so free,
When really he was chained,
Not able to fly,
And be who he was.
Revenge it was sworn,
To the day they would die,
For the boy that had never been truly able to fly!
The Blacks,
They laughed,
Except young Regulas,
Who had cried,
He missed his older brother,
Filled with laughter and pride.
The boy who had fought,
His parents to the death,
And refused to cry,
Never to win against,
Those who wished him to die.
He too wanted revenge for his brother,
Who was never allowed to fly!
All this,
Im sad to say,
Happened on that Summer day,
His brother and his friends,
They all grew,
But never did they forgot,
The best friends-,
And brother,
They had all lost.
They got their revenge,
The boys parents lay in Azkaban to rot.
But none understood,
Sirius,
He was happy,
Free to fly,
And no longer chained.
Free to fly,
Upon white Angel wings.
Yes, he missed his friends and his Brother,
Dearly I might add,
And he hated their Sorrow,
But for him his death,
Was his better tommorow!
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Reveiw please, way better then my Maruader one, tho that was written at two in the morning in ten mins I might add maybe less.
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