Forgotten

Hermione said I should try writing poetry, so I did. Go figure.

I only hope this poem isn't so horrible that it makes this book shrivel up. Or burst into inky flames. That would be tragic.

a bleeding rose
lost in its glory
crushed
drops at my feet
its beauty fades
and slowly dies
losing all
back into the shadows i crawl
my image falters
a once clear reflection
now scattered by a tear
my vision blurs
i drop to the ground
a fallen angel
once again
is this the end?
alone i pray
to no one

heaven's now forgotten


A/N: The capitalization in Harry's poem is intentional. And yes, I wrote it, so no stealing.

Also, I know some of you are wondering what happened to Ron, but that's not going to be revealed until later chapters. Sorry. I will tell you this, though: he's not dead, dying, or seriously injured.