Hey people, I can finally write again. It has been difficult because I have been depressed about Sirius. Well, to get through this, I wrote the following poem to tell how I feel. Tell me if you like it, if it helps you, or what. And the capital HIM is Harry. And this isn't from any character's point of view. It's from my own. Hope you like. Read and Review please.
DISCLAIMER: I Do Not Own HP. I own this poem though because I wrote it.
His death, do I mourn
So I cry with HIM too
Cry like he is some relative
I have known all my life
But in a sense he is
A relative of mine
And everyone else's too
Because through the HP books
I have gotten to know him
I have learned about him
Laughed with him
Smiled with him
And then I died with him
It was as if my heart
Was breaking in two
Now I can not think
Without tearing up
And if I think about the books
I get sick to my stomach
Thinking about my loss
Only it isn't just my loss
But the loss of all fans
She wasn't lying
When she said his death
Would be difficult to write
She should be glad
That howlers don't exist
For if they did
She would have a million
A million for every fan
That came to love and know
Sirius as I did
Now he's gone
And there is nothing
I or anyone else
Can do to bring him back
Someone suggested
That she use a time turner
To bring him back
But time is set in stone
If he were meant
To be brought back
It would already have happened
So all I can do is sit here and weep
For a character in a book
That I cherished so much
For his time is now passed
And I am left to mourn
The loss of a good friend
Godfather and
Close relative
Sirius Black
Will never be forgotten