Disclaimer: All storyline and characters belong to J.K. Rowling
Tears I Have Shed
One dark, dreary cold night,
A young boy sat and scribbled,
A letter of true affection,
As his tears flowed and puddled.
His hand trembled as he wrote, and he wrote,
Searching for solace upon a parchment note,
So stained and soaked from a long night's emotion's,
Upon it faired some most melancholy notions,
"As I sit in my darkened study,
Pondering on my blistered sorrow,
I start to wonder in my mind, so muddy,
If I can see anything in tomorrow.
Your words could always work for me,
Like a pillow for a bed of nails,
And as your speech ceases to be,
My hope dwindles, and my mind fails.
Passed into me, your knowledge has bound,
Your work has passed to me,
And I know,
These elusive Horcruxes must be found,
So take this as my final goodbye,
My farewell for which I outlast,
My last, my only grieving,
For what is in the past."
As young Harry Potter,
Threw this at the shadowed grave,
A solitary tear flew off,
A face so broken and brave.
Before he left this mournful scene,
A hopeful verse he did convene,
Right under the watchful night.
Atop the rose plants blight,
"In my life as Albus Dumbledore,
My mind left most in awestruck wonder,
In disarray I stood strong and mild,
In place where most ran asunder.
Above the night I will station,
Ever shining upon creation,
Cutting through the true dark gloom,
Ever sitting carved up in the moon."
At this, Potter turned on his heel,
Along the path of his dark travel,
Matching shoe for footprint;
Already sunk into the gravel.
Tears I have shed,
For this boy so misled.
Life is what he needs to borrow,
To evict his slashing sorrow -
When the light has fled,
He'll find inside his core;
A bit more of Albus Dumbledore.