Sleeping in My Head
By Lorelei

[WHY is this in in HP section? (1) I get more people to read it.
(2) This is a 'what if' poem. What if Sirius had a girlfirend who
had no fly clue what happened to him? These are her thoughts and all. And if you can't figure out the metaphors, I have a translation key at the bottom. OK? OK!]

I've got Confusion sleeping in my head,
Dark of night killed him,
took his life, never to return,
I said 'He'll be back, you'll see.'

I'll be wearing your pendant . . .

Spinning in a room with its ghost,
faeries that dance with me
and the voices of the prophets
will not wake up the demon.

I'll be wearing your pendant . . .

Oh, shiny pendant wrought of gold,
turned into tarnish in a matter of days,
Took it to the jeweler but he refused
he won't touch your fin

I'll be wearing your pendant . . .

The voodoo dolls of the jeweler
he's played with them,
and had fun with your life
his antique dolls are out again,
he's trying to fool my mind.