DISLCAIMER: I do not own Harry Potter. J.K Rowling does.
SIRIUS/LILY POEM by ~danzori
His hair is black; like satin and silk.
And the storm rages in his eyes.
Grey and cloudy and filled with light.
Just like the storm outside your window.
It's beautiful.
You don't know him because he isn't there, not really.
Sometimes he goes back, takes a trip down memory lane.
That's when he's drunk, that is.
He remembers his childhood. His family. And he passes out.
He ran away some time ago, back to the place.
Hoping to see his mother's stained cheeks
And his father's eyes.
The next day, his father dies.
He needs love. Or some kind of warmth,
To cool down the raging storm in his soul.
A never ending torment.
All these thoughts, about death and life.
He has a knife.
Never gets to it though. He can't.
He has never liked the sight of blood. But then again, who does?She saves him. All red hair and eyes of finest emeralds.
She can see his eyes, see through his lies. Finally, he thinks.
The next day, she dies.