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Post by StormAngel on Nov 22, 2006 1:00:42 GMT -5
Thoughts
I just finished reading HBP for the third time and got inspired to do this…first shot at poetry…
She watches as he goes as the night comes, Bringing more pain and sadness, As she thought of the impendent war that is to come. She watches him leave, never making a sound, Wondering, if he ever knew, that she loves him. After that night that he came back, Grievously injured, That her true feelings for him surfaced. That night was a night full of pleasure. However, all good things have an end somehow. As dawn arose, he left, not before promising that he would be back. How wrong was he. She watched with sadness, as many fell, In the course of the battle, For the sake of a better world. When the final moments of the fight came, She saw him, battling the effects of the potion. She wondered then, if he would ever live again. Its at that moment, that the traitor is revealed. Snape, that person Albus always trusted, killed him. She saw him falling, right from the top of the tower, Onto the cold hard ground. It was then, that all her feelings released. The memories of their times spent together, Flashed in front of their eyes. Both sobbed, for this would be the last time, They would ever see each other, On this living earth, Again.
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Post by ιady ταвz on Nov 22, 2006 22:00:38 GMT -5
omg...you have me sobbing my heart out
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