So, imagine this as a sort of morbid AU of an AU in which everyone Jamie knows and loves has died and Voldemort wins. Wrote this ages ago, I don't even know what the original plot/story behind it was. Oh well, I think it's pretty nifty, if dark.
…
The first life was bliss and safety,
With dreams of innocence.
The second, love and friendship,
Living up to brilliance.
The third reeked desperation,
And tears forever shed.
The forth, a veil to cover,
The preceded, left for dead.
…
Four lives , each lived in moments,
Some good, and others not.
Lived not by several people,
But one soul, which God forgot.
One soul , still scorned by Mercy's gaze,
Left to hide in Number Four.
She sought , with lifeless, un-dead eyes,
A blade, pillaged from her war.
…
The faces swam before her,
As she stared unto her end.
Some brought anger, disappointment,
Some a never-mend.
And with steady hands, the blade did near,
Drawing closer to her mind.
No tears were left there to fall,
So her eyes returned in kind.
…
From blur came sudden focus,
Forgotten eyes came into sight.
Two sets, then three and more to come,
Tongues whispered, "Not tonight!"
Trembling came to her at once,
And a tear, at last, did fall.
Doubt came down upon her, until
"It's time to end it all."
…
And with that, the final plunge into,
Her broken heart, sharp struck.
Leaving, bleeding, dying, pain,
Forever more out of luck.
A war was lost that dreadful day,
And darkness came and thrived.
For those of light died living for,
The-Girl-Who-Went-And-Died.
