Next Time
Here's a poem I wrote for English! It's kinda dark...Oh well. Enjoy and R&R!
Sitting on the cold, damp ground
Not trying to make a sound
He sits
People pointing, ever whispering
He is only vaguely listening
His mind goes wild with images
Images of terror, pain and suffering
Screams and whimpers of pain fill his mind
The dreaded curse of the prison has taken hold
Dark faces appear in his mind
The benevolent face of Remus
Smiling brightly as if this terror, this horror is not real
James ever forgiving
A bright demeanor shining through
And Peter, the traitor, smirking
Suffering-
He enjoys it
Sirius closes his eyes, watches the last hours' display
The murder had been thwarted
But why was he here?
Sirius Black raises hands to face
And cries.