Thanks a Lot

by The Fifth

Black humor, if you are interested. This was written on the spurr of the moment expressing the Ginny murdering Harry.

Thanks A Lot

I cried for you

Tears of blood ran down my palms.

I took you from death's grasp

Soaking life back to your soul.

I flung away your fears

Replacing them with peace, with calm.

But now I die for you

My vision blurs, my body, cold.

And there you are

Standing over me

With bloody knife in bloody grasp.

I sacrifice my life for you

You took the stab,

And walk away, grinning, glad that you have done your task.

Thanks a lot, Gin, thanks a lot.