And then there was one
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:::Author's Note:::
I cried when Sirius Black was killed. This is a poem in Remus' POV as he looks back on what's happened and how he feels. Quite depressing really
I sit all alone, crying
dying inside.
There used to be four,
but now no more.
One was led astray
and lives for the day
when his treachery will pay.
Two murdered long ago
by that traitor they called friend,
And the latest one to go
won't be coming back again.
Now I'm left empty and sad
without happiness or joy
Possibly going mad
I feel like a little boy,
Not knowing how to feel.
Not knowing what is real.
I'm hanging by a thread.
Am I living? Am I dead?
Hope? There is none.
Because there is only one.
