Listen, Child
Death is a cruel and cold mistress
Always hingry, never sated,
Feeding on our happyness,
Harbouring anger and hatred...
Look, child, what she has taken,
The dog-star has fallen then that day
Nevermore to light night's dark sky
Listen, child, and remember,
A soul lives on forever
In the hearts of those loving
Don not be sad, for he is not leaving
But he is watching over you,
From heaven, just as angels do...
A/N: A piece to Sirius' death. It may come a little late, but this was originaly written in the even of the death of one of my teachers. May her soul rest in piece...
