Behind Blue Eyes
Your widom, kindness, and love,
your knowledge, your will to do all that was right:
it shone.
As you seemed to fix all problems with a mere cup of tea
or a simple chuckle and reassuring nod,
it shone.
And as you stood before us year after year,
your arms outstretched to all,
it shone.
And though many times we did our best
to edge past your firm but gentle rule,
it shone.
And though many were enveloped in darkness,
you pulled us towards the light where
it shone.
And though you had faced many things
and your face was lined,
it shone.
And although you were often confronted with many perils,
your soft voice remained calm and steady and
it shone.
Through everything it seemed,
behind your half-moon spectacles,
it shone.
Along with the silver of your long hair and beard,
the twinkle in your bright, blue eyes:
it shone.
But now as you are laid to rest,
that shining light fades,
but we all know that you never will.
Okay, so I feel really cheesy for writing this, but I felt that Dumbledore deserved a little eulogy from me at the very least.
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