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
