This is a poem from the point of view of Sirius in Azkaban,
reflecting upon the events leading to his imprisonment... please read and
review!
~Sarah
All was destroyed, total devastation,
wrecking havoc, grief sweeping over me,
bodies cold, fill me with consternation,
two great friends forever gone, I could see.
Cold strikes my very soul,
pain and anguish wash over my heart,
oh, how I am plagued with guilt.
I left their lives in Peter's hands, betrayed,
not yet realizing, then, what I had done,
giving them to the Dark Lord's spy and aide,
even nearly killing my own godson.
Cold strikes my very soul,
pain and anguish wash over my heart,
and I know that I am to blame.
Tormented in Azkaban, left to rot,
cold and desolate, darker than abyss,
dementors feeding on each happy thought,
wishing to drain my soul, give me their kiss.
Cold strikes my very soul,
pain and anguish wash over my heart,
but I know I am innocent...
