Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. That belongs to JKR.

The small trail of crimson, like a river, always flowing.

Pale, like snow, a river runs.

Silence.

The sound of the revolution.

Emerald green pierces the wavering blue skies.

Crumble and fall, a river cries.

Embers of the fire sparking, all around the skies are darkening.

A flash of silver, a whisper of pain.

I can't hear a thing and now I'm seeing everything.

The trail of crimson flows strongly, runs a mile.

Green fields and grey skies.

The river runs, a boy cries.

Grasping hands, a failed scream.

The grass is wet with dew, the sunlight dies.

Shadows are suffocating, closing in, a tug of the heart, my failed scream.

A bloody tear falls from emerald eyes.

A soul releasing, the boy no longer cries.

Quiet desperation in that late night desolation.

Crimson sunset fades to black.

A/N: hey guys, angsty and depressing huh? Great! I wrote this in home group cause I was bored and listening to a very angsty song!

That's why I have lyrics floating around through it.

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