This poem kind of goes with my fan-fic... so enjoy.
Death
A ringing cry in the night that makes you wonder
Why are you still here... as cold wind rushes around your hair
You see him, lying in the blood stained snow and you think
What have you done to lose everyone and everything you hold dear?
Have you not been kind and honest?
Have you not been strong when times are hard?
Has life been fair since that day when your life went up in flames?
With your home
With your parents
With every memory that comforted you in times of hardship
In the darkness you now see... you're alone
He's not there to protect you anymore
His wisdom has died with him
And all you have left are memories
Memories that make you want to cry
But no matter how hard you try, the tears won't come
And you feel selfish because when you finally break down
It's not just for your brother
Not just for your parents
Not just for the quagmires who now have once again become the two quagmire triplets
Not just for your sister who no longer can look up to her brother
Not for the final Snicket sibling
Not for these many deaths
But for yourself
How you have bared this burden for so long
And you promise now, over the middle Baudelaire's bleeding body
You will bring justice
You will avenge him, Quigley, Kit, Jacques, your parents, and all of the other deaths
Count Olaf, you will pay!