A/N: My second Song Fic, Not as proud of it as I am Fourten favors the Brave. HEh, The Song is "Bright Eyes" by Art Garfunkle, and of course the characters belong to JKR.
Is it a kind of dream,
Floating out on the tide,
Following the river of death downstream?
Oh, is it a dream?
Wake up! I told myself, Wake up! Wake up from the dream Remus! It had to be a dream...just a bad dream. The full moon was close and I always get bad dreams around that time. Wake up Remus! Its just a dream!
There's a fog along the horizon,
A strange glow in the sky,
And nobody seems to know where you go,
And what does it mean?
Oh, is it a dream?
They had to Drag me away from the veil once I had let go of Harry, I didnt want to believe what I had told the young boy. We walked outside from the Department of Mysteries, everything felt so cold, so lonely. What was it like back there...was it cold...lonely? But he was coming back...It is a dream. Wake Up Remus.
Bright eyes,
Burning like fire.
Bright eyes,
How can you close and fail?
How can the light that burned so brightly
Suddenly burn so pale?
Bright eyes.
His eyes never lost their gleam as he feel, but they widened in shock. They weren't supposed to close, not yet. The light the Order had...was slowly fading.
Is it a kind of shadow,
Reaching into the night,
Wandering over the hills unseen,
Or is it a dream?
Shadows, Shadows were everywhere in that old house of his. In the corners, on the walls, and then they would disappear once darkness came, and would vanish over the hills. I swear they took shape of a dog...the shape of Padfoot. Was he gone for good...was he leaving? It...is...a Dream...
There's a high wind in the trees,
A cold sound in the air,
And nobody ever knows when you go,
And where do you start,
Oh, into the dark.
Winter came early, and with it came the winds. I don't like the cold, never have never will, and it brought back memories, the memories of his "death", the dream. Where did he go? No one knew, but I did. Darkness that's where he went...and it was where i was heading. I was leaving the dream and facing reality.
Bright eyes,
burning like fire.
Bright eyes,
how can you close and fail?
How can the light that burned so brightly
Suddenly burn so pale?
bright eyes.
His eyes never lost their gleam as he feel, but they widened in shock. They weren't supposed to close, not yet. The light the Order had...was slowly fading.
Bright eyes,
burning like fire.
Bright eyes,
how can you close and fail?
How can the light that burned so brightly
Suddenly burn so pale?
Bright eyes.
Its not a Dream...
Is it a kind of dream,
Floating out on the tide,
Following the river of death downstream?
Oh, is it a dream?
Wake up! I told myself, Wake up! Wake up from the dream Remus! It had to be a dream...just a bad dream. The full moon was close and I always get bad dreams around that time. Wake up Remus! Its just a dream!
There's a fog along the horizon,
A strange glow in the sky,
And nobody seems to know where you go,
And what does it mean?
Oh, is it a dream?
They had to Drag me away from the veil once I had let go of Harry, I didnt want to believe what I had told the young boy. We walked outside from the Department of Mysteries, everything felt so cold, so lonely. What was it like back there...was it cold...lonely? But he was coming back...It is a dream. Wake Up Remus.
Bright eyes,
Burning like fire.
Bright eyes,
How can you close and fail?
How can the light that burned so brightly
Suddenly burn so pale?
Bright eyes.
His eyes never lost their gleam as he feel, but they widened in shock. They weren't supposed to close, not yet. The light the Order had...was slowly fading.
Is it a kind of shadow,
Reaching into the night,
Wandering over the hills unseen,
Or is it a dream?
Shadows, Shadows were everywhere in that old house of his. In the corners, on the walls, and then they would disappear once darkness came, and would vanish over the hills. I swear they took shape of a dog...the shape of Padfoot. Was he gone for good...was he leaving? It...is...a Dream...
There's a high wind in the trees,
A cold sound in the air,
And nobody ever knows when you go,
And where do you start,
Oh, into the dark.
Winter came early, and with it came the winds. I don't like the cold, never have never will, and it brought back memories, the memories of his "death", the dream. Where did he go? No one knew, but I did. Darkness that's where he went...and it was where i was heading. I was leaving the dream and facing reality.
Bright eyes,
burning like fire.
Bright eyes,
how can you close and fail?
How can the light that burned so brightly
Suddenly burn so pale?
bright eyes.
His eyes never lost their gleam as he feel, but they widened in shock. They weren't supposed to close, not yet. The light the Order had...was slowly fading.
Bright eyes,
burning like fire.
Bright eyes,
how can you close and fail?
How can the light that burned so brightly
Suddenly burn so pale?
Bright eyes.
Its not a Dream...