Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter and Co. If I did, a lot more people would be dead, certain people will still be alive, and J.K. Rowling would be a hell of a lot less rich...
A/N: Second in trilogy, and the sequel to "Cursed". It's advised that you read that first. Since it's in poem format, and, as a consequence, grouped together, know that the stanzas have 4 lines each, so all you have to do is copy, paste, and spread it out if you want to read it as lyrics. I don't know, it ended up as more of a song than a poem to me.
See for yourself!
Black Rose
The petals of a black rose dance in the wind,
As I walk down a trodden, winding path
I recall my past with every step I take
My love, who got the last laugh?
Years ago, I soothed you
Years ago, I promised
Years ago, I held you
Years ago, I loved you
Years ago, I watched in anguish as you sighed your last breath
I held you in my arms as you lay there, cold and dead
A nightmare that became reality, something I hoped would never come to pass
Because it filled my very veins with a spreading dread, cold and steadfast
Years ago, I fought in a raging, unspeakable war
Watching people I had known forever get slaughtered struck me to the core
The casualties piled up, and I now pass their graves, seemingly expressionless
When all I want to do is break down, and weep in wretchedness
I'll never be the same as I once was
But you already know that, don't you?
As you look down at my unworthy form
My silhouette, gaunt and worn
It affects me more than you'd ever think
But you'll never see that, will you?
Because you can't look into my very soul anymore
Broken as it may be, my fate still looms
I'm kneeling in front of your gravestone
A single rose clutched in my hand
Its petals black, and wilting
A reminder of what I once had
I set it down tenderly
And I whisper of my love for you
Over and over, without end
My voice, gentle and smooth
Years ago, I held you close
Years ago, I prayed
Years ago, you were dear to me
And I'll still love you, come what may
I sit there a while more in silence
My eyes bloodshot, and wistful
A bittersweet smile on my lips, I stand up and walk away
I still love you, come what may
A/N: Second in the trilogy. How's THAT for a sequel? Constructive criticism is appreciated, and flaming is only acceptable with proper grammar, spelling, and punctuation. Other than that, keep an eye out for the third one. Now, the question you should be asking yourself is is: "What next?" Now click the purple button! Come on, you know you want to!