A/N: Now here's a Harry Potter fic that isn't a part of a competition. :) Enjoy.
Phoenix Tears
The echo trilled across the silent spread
Like ripples skipping across a lake
And from the centre, a hollow beak rose
To take another breath of that dense, dense air
And sing again:
Its song of mourning,
Of healing,
Of restoring hope…
Of living…
Tears fell,
Healing phoenix tears
Onto the ground where green grass and shrubs would grow
Without the old man to walk upon them.
His face was already wet – and hard.
Someone had cried before him.
He knew who. The boy who'd been healed by him twice over.
The boy who held on to hope:
The phoenix child.
Tears fell –
Useless tears, they brought no healing with them.
Others moan, mumbled, cried
And he cried too
For the loss of a friend, a familiar, a bond
And the heads rose from the ocean's face
As he lifted his head in the final melodies of his song
And the body, hard and yet at peace, was laid
To rest in its final home.
One last drop fell,
The lake-water rippling away like a wave,
And then the golden plume faded
Into a dull brown
And the autumn leaves fell
From a tree that was once evergreen,
Settling as a wreath upon the marble-stone
Before crumbling into ash.