I had a great idea for a poem! Hope you like it! ~peachgurl~
Disclaimer- I do not own the characters in this poem, just the plot!
Just Another Day
Tears fell down her rosy cheeks,
As she watched him go into a deep sleep.
For he shall never wake,
Just lay there forever and a day.
Her eyes misted as she looked on,
At her friend kneeling at the upcoming down.
He sat there, weeping, over the young boy,
And she, too, felt sadness instead of joy.
They had won the battle, they had won the war,
But somehow, that didn't matter anymore.
For her best friend lay dead on the dirt,
And she and her friend were very hurt,
She walked over and placed her hand
On the broad shoulder of the black-haired man.
She knelt down next to him and began to cry,
She cried and cried 'til her eyes went dry.
She reached for the hands of the friend who was dead,
And placed gently against her head.
Then she looked into the eyes of the black-haired guy,
And embraced him, looking up at the sky.
The sky opened up, and rain began to fall,
She just could not believe what had happened, no, not at all.
"Hermione," whispered the black-haired boy, Harry,
"I know that this is kind of scary.
But just hold on, stay calm, and don't cry,
'Cuz I don't want to look in your eyes
When they are wet, because that makes me sad,
When really, we should be glad.
He gave his life fighting the bad." With that, Harry stood,
And placed on his head his robe hood,
And reached down and grabbed Hermione's hand,
And helped her stand up again.
"Ron, we thank you for all that you have done,
All the years together; we had fun,
I guess it was your time to go,
So we will leave and tell your family so.
You've been our best friend, forever and ever,
We'll still always be best friends forever."
With that said, they walked away,
Going on like just another day.
Disclaimer- I do not own the characters in this poem, just the plot!
Just Another Day
Tears fell down her rosy cheeks,
As she watched him go into a deep sleep.
For he shall never wake,
Just lay there forever and a day.
Her eyes misted as she looked on,
At her friend kneeling at the upcoming down.
He sat there, weeping, over the young boy,
And she, too, felt sadness instead of joy.
They had won the battle, they had won the war,
But somehow, that didn't matter anymore.
For her best friend lay dead on the dirt,
And she and her friend were very hurt,
She walked over and placed her hand
On the broad shoulder of the black-haired man.
She knelt down next to him and began to cry,
She cried and cried 'til her eyes went dry.
She reached for the hands of the friend who was dead,
And placed gently against her head.
Then she looked into the eyes of the black-haired guy,
And embraced him, looking up at the sky.
The sky opened up, and rain began to fall,
She just could not believe what had happened, no, not at all.
"Hermione," whispered the black-haired boy, Harry,
"I know that this is kind of scary.
But just hold on, stay calm, and don't cry,
'Cuz I don't want to look in your eyes
When they are wet, because that makes me sad,
When really, we should be glad.
He gave his life fighting the bad." With that, Harry stood,
And placed on his head his robe hood,
And reached down and grabbed Hermione's hand,
And helped her stand up again.
"Ron, we thank you for all that you have done,
All the years together; we had fun,
I guess it was your time to go,
So we will leave and tell your family so.
You've been our best friend, forever and ever,
We'll still always be best friends forever."
With that said, they walked away,
Going on like just another day.