The night was peaceful.
Voldemort wasn't merciful.
The first one was young man,
Once arrogant boy.
He did everything for his love,
For his son, and yet –
It wasn't enough.
You won't hear his laugh anymore,
Or his eyes sparkling.
Then was and the beautiful Lily,
Her green eyes shining from tears,
Her pleads for not hurting her son.
Oh, Death,
Why are you so cruel?
The pain that you did to the Boy Who Lived
Was inhuman.
The pain that you did to the last of Blacks
Was inevitable.
The pain that you did to the man, who lost one of his friends
Was terrible.
You taked the lives of the most kindest and loving people in the world,
And it was so…
Cruel.