AN: a short poem about Sirius watching his father kill a Muggle, overlapping with his home life. Enjoy and please review!

Disclaimer: I don't own any Harry Potter characters, not that I name any in this poem.

Her blood was

Scarlet, shining

Like the shadows of reflections

On silvery wisps of glass

It was the same blood as

His when he cut his

Finger on a sharp edge of

Parchment.

The same blood that he,

Years later, let spill from his wrists

Sliding down

Her face

Ever so slowly,

A torturous death that Daemon gave to her

And he watched as she

Screamed

A thousand pleas uttered into

The soft evening

Everything so out of

Place, the night too gentle

To ever witness such a horror

He saw both their

Blood

And he heard both their

Screams

And he felt both their

Sobs

As he lay, broken,

On the hard wood floor

Everything blurring until

It was all the same