Listen, Child

Death is a cruel and cold mistress

Always hingry, never sated,

Feeding on our happyness,

Harbouring anger and hatred...

Look, child, what she has taken,

The dog-star has fallen then that day

Nevermore to light night's dark sky

Listen, child, and remember,

A soul lives on forever

In the hearts of those loving

Don not be sad, for he is not leaving

But he is watching over you,

From heaven, just as angels do...

A/N: A piece to Sirius' death. It may come a little late, but this was originaly written in the even of the death of one of my teachers. May her soul rest in piece...