The Poem of Sirius Black
Why did it have to happen this way?
Why did it go wrong?
The thought of losing him,
I cannot bear to go on.
The only true part of my family...
he only one whom treated me right.
The individual whose passions speak pride.
Behind that glassy veil,
the dark and sinister black,
Lies the only one who understands me.
He fell right through, without a word;
Left me there and died.
He left me empty.
He left me hallow.
I have nothing inside.
I'm sealed off from others,
Wanting to talk,
Wanting to be alone.
I could have stopped it,
It's all my fault.
The Lord of Darkness sealed me in,
There was, indeed, no way out.
I thought he was going to die
By his hands anyway,
But when I got there, the place was empty,
Boy, I felt some shame.
There's nothing left but that shattered mirror,
For which I regret smashing.
The last thing that he gave me,
The possesion I wished he'd had,
When he'd eventually died.
I can hardly bare to go on,
Yet I know my friends need me.
Headmaster told me I had a job,
I couldn't go, not yet.
I'd have a mighty steed.
I cannot get away from the subject,
No matter how hard I'd try.
Everyone brings it up around me,
The very fact that he died.
The means of which he died,
Nearly became my own,
For if it weren't for Granger,
It would be my Godfather,
Who was left to mourn.
I tried to go and save him,
To have at least some pride,
My heroics took the best of me,
Something I cannot deny.
The guilt eats at my soul,
Like acid on a lining,
Though I know it wasn't entirely me,
The bells in my head keep chiming.
I've gotten over it now,
Just a little,
I'm going to my summer home,
Where I will twitch and fiddle.
There was lots of time in that hall
Where the death took place,
He-who-must-not-be-named was there,
Such a nasty face.
I'm Harry Potter,
The boy who had lived,
My Godfather is Sirius Black,
The man I refuse to blame.