as far as my eyes could see

was the blurry picture of my destiny

oh how i cry

i know i shall die

when i shall finally be free?

.

as i lay on the grass

and watch the hours pass

i notice a path

i don't know where it goes

but i guess my brother knows

he knows everything

.

sometime in the spring

when winter has passed

i laugh as i spin in the gloomy world

oh how i laugh

i know it shall be

the perfect day

for me

.

i notice the path on another day

completely pushed out from my mind

until that may

i shout and run inside to show my brother my find

but instead see him slumped on the floor

he was like a rose

once full of life

but now he was withered

and his petals had fallen off

.

the funeral was in june

how i wished that nothing would bloom

why were people laughing

when my brother gone?

.

i didn't leave the house till august

which by then

i was nearly happy

but when i was outside again

i saw the path

and let out a cry

and disappeared back inside

.

i looked out the window in october

while my tutor prattled on

i saw the thin path

that snaked through the woods

and promised to myself

that i would see where it led

.

i didn't go until december

and my mother warned me back inside

i didn't listen

and stole outside

my boots leaving footprints in the snow

.

i didn't know what had happened

i didn't see

my destiny was foggy

and my heart had stopped beating

what i know

is different from what might have been

but i guess

that i am dead

and i am now a withered rose

just like my brother

.

my parents had the funeral in january

six months after my brother's

not many people came

but i didn't care

for all i knew

was that

i was

mad

for

i

never

found

the

end

of

the

path

.

what was at the end

i do not know

for i was gone

into heaven

by the time

.

all i hope

is that future children

will find the end

and will be careful of the dangers

of winter

and of creatures

.

i am a withered rose

and my destiny is clear

for there is no destiny left for me to follow

and i cannot cry no more

Sad little BillCharlie for you! This is dedicated to Amber, I am sorry for taking so long but I've been lacking time and motivation and I completely understand if you wish to kill me. I'm going to write a cute little BartyReg drabble for you also to make up for this sadness.

I don't own Harry Potter.