Disclaimer: I don't own HP
This is another kinda strange poem thing that doesn't really make sense that i wrote up in maths whilst i was suppose to be doing my geometric reasoning paper lol I hate angles. I would also like to dedicate this to Gngrlvr1 whom recently reviewed a few of my fics and favoured so thanks alot. Hopefully you'll like this i don't think it's as sad as some of my others. :) anyways on to the fic
Toujours Fidele
It's in that dark belated room we hear the sweet hum of a baritone, music to his ears.
A soft light illuminates that dark belated room, the soft baritone sound is joined by the simplicity of a levitating candle.
The warmth illuminates his soul. Eyes a bright Prussian blue as the door opens this is what he sees.
A smile cracked on a broken face slowly healing in its place.
A warm hand tethered from hate, holds you tight pulls you from your utterly depressing wake.
Complete you seem now you're in his arms. Breathing in the holey essence that is him you never want to leave.
Dancing in this warm belated room to the soft sound of a baritone is where they are bound in the rise of the morning moon.
That night would forever hold a place inside his bloodied beating heart. For it was the last time the two would formally meet.
When it happened all he saw was the essence of his warmth drawn into the darkness once more.
He thought it was the secret itself that made the whole thing between them that little more special and he knew he would wait a thousand years if only he could catch a glimpse of his Sirius again.
Through the gates of eternity is where they would eventually be found. In the name of love and light they're forever bound.
Toujours Fidele.
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Peace Messer Moony.