Sirius' p. o. v.:

Beloved enemy,

How I despise you.

The world is at your feet.

Blind to the truth.

I see and know you,

As I have ever done.

Opposite sides of the same coin,

I've heard some say this of us.

Once true,

Now that illusion is no more.

Gone with the last shreds of innocence,

Forgotten in this war.

You were once mine to torment,

Now, you hide behind a fortress,

Not one of stone and mortar,

That would be easily breached.

No, it is a fortress

Of ice and raw strength.

Beloved enemy of mine,

Do you ever recal those days?

When you were young and innocent?

And I was alive?

Remember my truth,

Or I shall be lost in false sainthood.

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