A/N- hey! Me again, neglecting my other stories. Believe me, I haven't given up…yet. I'm just taking a little break…I know, I'm evil and cruel…*sighs*. Anyway, this is indeed a Bellatrix Lestrange poem. No! Keep those torches away!!!! I know a lot of people hate her…but I think there's something we haven't found out about her yet. I AM NOT ONE OF THOSE PEOPLE WHO ARE ALL "Sirius deserved to die." I LOVED SIRIUS!!!!! *tear tear tear* But read this short little poetic thingy and let me know what u think! (takes place in Azkaban in Harry's 4th year)
Disclaimer – I don't own anything….oy.__________________________Watching the world through
Heavily lidded eyes
Watching the world through one little window
In her cell she sits
Reflecting…
Remembering…
She turned in the wrong direction,
Paid the ultimate price…
Now she regrets her mistakes.
But her feelings cloud her eyes
Making the truth impossible to spot.
She loved her master…
At first.He cost her this pain…
This punishment…
But she alone will remain loyal...The darkness drives her into insanity,
The everlasting coldness,
The rattle of the dementor's breath.Why is she held captive
While others run amok?
She alone was punished…
They alone will pay…________________________END! Well, what did u think? Do u still hate Bellatrix? OF COURSE!!! Now if you'll excuse…GAH! *runs from readers holding blowtorches and other weapons**hits repeat button for the used "buried myself alive*