Somewhere the werewolf howls, alone in his fight,
Somewhere the boy cries, confused, facing plight.
Somewhere the traitor rat regrets what he's done in his past and present,
But somewhere a man has been joined with his best friend, above the moon crescent.
Is that better than living out his life where he is adored?
Cherished above all, instead of missed and mourned?
Perhaps has down here on mortal earth are selfish in our ways,
Yet we lament to see our dog star at the end of his days.
Somewhere above he is happy with the stag,
Somewhere they are not, distressed, sad.
Somewhere I lie, cold and forlorn,
Heart taken from my chest, tattered and torn.
There was a gun in all my greed, held to my heart,
A single shot ran the night, ending as soon as it did start.
I call to the dog star, up above with his best friend,
My soul jumps free; my body's days coming to an end.
Somewhere the werewolf howls, alone in his fight,
Somewhere the boy cries, confused, facing plight,
Somewhere the traitor rat regrets what he's done in his past and present,
Somewhere I join a man and his friend, above the moon crescent.
Authoress' Notes: Haven't written in ages, eh? I liked how this turned out, personally, if it's not a bit...creepy towards the end. Sirius and stuff aint mine, their the honourable JK Rowlings – I'm just borrowing Sirius...for my own...personal use OO;