3: The Fool Shall Sing To You

On the third and final day
She lies with death gleaming in her eyes
To weak to move
To strong to die

Harry lives
So does Ron
Seamus is dead
And so is Gryffindor

Mudbloods are gone
All but she
For she is still
Too strong to die

He lies with her
Tears silent but clear
As they wet her hair
He is supposed to live

The vial that ensures
He will lie with her
Sits on the table top
Persuasive as a lure

Crystal is not delicate enough
For it holds this poison
Not the Draught of the Living Dead
But only simplicity

She takes a shuddering breath
And tightens her hold on his hand
He chokes back a sob
As she passes to the next land

Limply she falls to the floor
And lands next to the bed
It's the hardest thing he's ever had to do
To put her back into bed

The vial shines with the blackish liquid inside
Promising death with his lover
He uncorks the top
Reveling in the last sensations he'll ever feel

The taste is bitter and coldslimeywarmblissfulandpainpainpain
He can barelymakeit to thebed
Everything isrunning together
WarmHermione and soft cinnamonhair

Laying with her
He inhales the mango of her shampoo
Knowing in the end
The Fool with sing to you

He is the Fool of Love.