Stuff: Dedicated to both Sirius Black (a-duh) and ChEEki MonkEY (for telling me to keep writing.) No, I don't own Sirius Black or any characters I might use (haven't actually written the poem yet XD) but one line from a personal poem I wrote spring to mind when I think of owning Mr. Black – tie me, beat me, hold me down. Need I say more?
Enjoy n.n;;
My heart grows cold when I think of you,
Laying somewhere, or perhaps – born anew?
No, we all saw your face, ravaged as it were –
Like some aging, stray-dog or a mangy cur.
I don't hesitate to say I loved you too much,
You know; heart-and-soul and such.
But now your gone, your not coming back,
Oh please tell me you have tricks, Sirius Black?
The tarot cards are saying death is in the air,
But if it's for me then I'll tell you this – I simply don't care.
Kill myself slowly, with a knife,
Slit my wrists, take my life.
To join you, Padfoot, wherever you are –
The world of the dead, so near, so far.
Now I lay on the ground, a dieing, blood-stained goddess,
All because I looked into the crystal ball, and all I saw was darkness.
Authoress' Comments: Hmm....I like the way it turned out. Please note that no, I am not going to commit suicide because of Sirius Black. I was just depressed for a while n.n;; If you think the 'I' is Remus, no, it's not. It's me...but it could be you. Hell, it could be anyone you want, actually, I just see the 'I' as moi