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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