fallen angels
You fall and fall - and finally hitting the ground below.
You fall.
Your lithe figure bended over – an invisible force pushing you down – your wand drops by your side; forgotten.
It hurts, it hurts. Your vision becomes blurry; your arm is stinging in pain – but you don't scream.
The wound on the side of your body is bursting in blood; your back arches – your head hitting the ground. Then all you see is darkness.
Your eyes closed forevermore – your soul leaves your body; wounded and damaged – but your spirit lives on in the clouds.
You gave it your all – fighting until the end – that's what makes you a hero.
High above in the clouds – are those waiting for you with open arms – embracing the fallen – watching those who live far from above.
A/N: I don't own Harry Potter, obviously. :/ Review?