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I hope you enjoy and reflect on character death in the future.
Dedicated to my viewers my fellow homo sapiens sapiens and my fellow Lords and Ladies of the Manor
In Memoriam
-Excerpt
An Infant crying in the night
An Infant crying for the light
-Tennyson
A few words spoken.
A flash of light.
A life taken.
A cackle all that remained, darkly dreaming, shaking of the head. No pity, no compassion, no empathy for those hurt.
All so fast, so swift, so sudden. The ease of which it was done as a person was ripped from this Earth and cast into oblivion. Hades was never accused of being forgiving.
In that one moment lives were changed, emotions heightened, memories pulled to the forefront. Memories of laughs, giggles, snorts, and sneers.
Memories of happy times, of sad times, of pain, of loss, of fear, dread, and terror all experienced together. The places... the locations of all these memories still hold true. The castle still stands true, Number 13 still looms invisibly over the Muggles with hidden menace, Godric's Hollow smashed like a mirror still containing a reflection.
Shattered into a million pieces each containing a single fragment, a single image in time left imprinted on their remains.
Reflections of joy, and reflections of sorrow.
Objects are left behind as well, left to stagnant without their owners. Left permanently in a cataclysm of paralysis, because with the items there are the shattered remains left behind of words spoken. Grins shared, hugs, laughs, tears, twinkles, and words.
In this world all things come to a close. Whether this be simple irrelevant matters such as art, literature, musical compositions, conversations, and friendships. Other things last longer.
These things wouldn't take the form of objects or material wealth or even life, these things are so much more meaningful. To be remembered is antonym to forgetting, to fight is antonym to relent, but life is so similar to death there meanings become immaterial.
For death is but a word, not an idea. What is death? A cry coming from a child's mouth, a smile that belies a persons years on this Earth, or is it something much more?
Death invokes the most periodical questions, questions that have no answer because all answers given are just as accurate as all the lies. While a lie can be an omission in the face of confrontation or an outright boldfaced statement, the truth can be just the same.
Is the truth kind? Is the truth loving? When we speak it is it spoken to comfort, to give knowledge, and to nurture or do we speak the truth with such accuracy to main, to slice, to cut, to hurt, and injure those in front of us. Do we use it to cause undue suffering and impairment with intent to cause deformation of whether it be character, physical form, or emotional detriment.
So I ask you is death truthful or is it a lie.
I cannot answer for I have not died, but once I have died I cannot answer.
Because for all in the end death is not simply an ending, but a marvelous beginning.
AN- I was feeling mauldin, depressed about Sirius, completely wrote this freehand so I apologize for any mistakes but I feel if I go back over it I might not even post this. With much love to my Lord's and Ladies of the table I bid you good night and farewell.
Translation: In Memoriam: to the memory of or in the memory of
This depends on how one translates the in as it can be translated either in or on in English
Memoriam is a Possessive Genitive
With my undying eternal love,
* Kasamira