A/N: Okay, as I've said before, I am /inot/i a poet. But, I had to write this. I think that Parvati was high (Padfoot, Moony and Prongs threw a party in my head last night. If you have no clue what I'm talking about, read You Deserve Better.) Please read and flame me! My room is cold without flames and I know that I'm not good, so either everyone is insane or the people who hate my stories don't review.
Disclaimer: Unfortunately, only the poem's mine. Don't try suing me, as all of my modeling money is locked away in some bank.
Lily
I looked over into her brilliant green eyes,
Sinking deeper, deeper beneath those rising tides.
Tides of love, lower I drowned, willingly, though.
"Lily, flower of my heart, will you be my wife?"
Her beautiful eyes changed at one,
From pools of delight to swamps of pity.
"Peter," she said, gently taking my hand.
"James is the with whom I shall stay,
Until the birds sing no more."
Two years later, there I stood,
In a hospital waiting room, awaiting the news,
Of the gift they had bestowed upon the world.
James came out, smiling ever so broadly.
"A boy! Harry James Potter."
That look of glee almost had me forget,
The fact that he had stolen my love.
Revenge was what I longed to seek
And found my chance, under the blanket of Dark.
Lord VOldemort, the Dark Lord, wanted the heads,
Of those whom I'd once counted as friends,
Though none more then Lily and James.
To him I fled, telling him of my wish,
And welcome was I, in his arms.
One year later, James came to me
Asking if I hold their lives in my hands.
The perfect chance for my revenge.
I ran back to Voldemort with the location
At which he would find our mutual foes.
Lily and James died a few feet apart
And above this spot, two birds nest,
Singing a song of hope and joy.
A/N: Well? How was it? R/R!
Disclaimer: Unfortunately, only the poem's mine. Don't try suing me, as all of my modeling money is locked away in some bank.
Lily
I looked over into her brilliant green eyes,
Sinking deeper, deeper beneath those rising tides.
Tides of love, lower I drowned, willingly, though.
"Lily, flower of my heart, will you be my wife?"
Her beautiful eyes changed at one,
From pools of delight to swamps of pity.
"Peter," she said, gently taking my hand.
"James is the with whom I shall stay,
Until the birds sing no more."
Two years later, there I stood,
In a hospital waiting room, awaiting the news,
Of the gift they had bestowed upon the world.
James came out, smiling ever so broadly.
"A boy! Harry James Potter."
That look of glee almost had me forget,
The fact that he had stolen my love.
Revenge was what I longed to seek
And found my chance, under the blanket of Dark.
Lord VOldemort, the Dark Lord, wanted the heads,
Of those whom I'd once counted as friends,
Though none more then Lily and James.
To him I fled, telling him of my wish,
And welcome was I, in his arms.
One year later, James came to me
Asking if I hold their lives in my hands.
The perfect chance for my revenge.
I ran back to Voldemort with the location
At which he would find our mutual foes.
Lily and James died a few feet apart
And above this spot, two birds nest,
Singing a song of hope and joy.
A/N: Well? How was it? R/R!