Love over the grave
One story, two people. One women, and one man. But one question: why?
Professor McGonagall cried and askered: why?
This day last year
This day last year to keep she on the rack.
This day last year started the chagrin, and it is reduce, but never-ending
The man collapsed, and his body took wing from top of the tower trough the damn. His body twisted up next to the tower.
He is dead.
He is dead, and left behind somebody.
Somebody, whom he preferd she to all others
The woman quietly cried all the time he ceremony, but she didn't showed her pain.
Not so far. Not yet.
When everybody are went away, she stood up.
She went to the marble grave.
She was course of completion of her power.
But clenched one's teeth, and touched the top panel.
It was cold, very cold.
Than her that tragical day she's hertbroken. When he died, though she died too. But not so far.
She puted on her shaken hand on he grave. She cried very bitterly.
She was alone. Nobody seen her pain.
The pain permeated her heart.
She clenched one's teeth. Not yet. Not yet, but it broke her heart.
She lifted up her head, and she saw out the grave.
Ont he marble grave has got a name…
She is were at the end of pain tether and cried ont he grave. The pain that seemed to rack her whole body.
She is deliberated over a question: Wherefore happened it is whit me?
She could bear it no longer. She can't bear to saw it.
She collapsed…
She's face gave next to the grave, but she did not felt the cold, just felt the pain on her heart.
The pain- thought.
She sobed.
There was nobody and nothing are holding her and outbroken her pain, passion, and distress. The wind blowed, moved the wood crown and spun some flower petals.
Looked up.
Sand are running out. Die, suffering but always dawning a nem life
She stood up and kissed the grave…where was her husband's name. It was a cold kiss, part her soul. That was the good-bye kiss.
She's not sobed, but quietly cried. On her face are glittered the pain of tears. She taken the road to home, but she is still seen her lover ahead. The lover's who love her most of the world.
She is went into the bed…. but the name was on the chill, marble grave over for the ever love.
Over the die, over the life
The name was on the grave….
Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore
(1881- 1997)
