-1Number Three. I'm thinking of renaming this story because all of my poems are about mourning the dead. Anyways, here's Dobby.

My Friend

A free elf
Would never find work;
But he will always have
A place in my heart.

An elf of such courage
As Dobby had,
Should be awarded
All of the riches in the world.

And yet, as it stands,
Dobby's life was not easy.
A small favor paid to him
Placed him in debt to me;
And thus I allowed him
To take my bullet.

Deserving of a marble throne
He shall lay to rest at the sea
In a hand-dug grave
Dug on hand and knee.

It is cruel that he will never have
The sort of vigil he deserves
For he was a hero, a friend.

Here lies Dobby, a free elf,
A house-elf,
A savior,
A friend.

My Friend.