A poem about good ol' Sirius and how he is not like the rest of his family.
Blood
Black
The name is dark
Why are not you?
Why do you rebel?
Why must you stay true?
You and I
Will never be the same
Though one thing in common
Flows in our veins
We could be great
If we were alike
We both could have power
We both could have might
But our valour remains
Hidden away
We are related
But we do not say
Why do you fear
What is only a fact
Why do you fear
The blight of the Black
You cannot escape
What is meant to be
One day you will find yourself
Joining with me
Dark wizards in history
Ancestry to us
The blood in our veins
Not love
Nor lust
We strive for power
We strive for wealth
Then why not a Slytherin?
A Gryffindor help
Do you not accept
That your fate soon to be
Will lead you to evil
Will lead you to me.