Post by Apocalypticat on Dec 28, 2006 18:19:26 GMT -5
*Rushes in nervously* A little something from Fawkes's POV, on Albus. *Rushes out in terror*
Sapphire the sky o’er lush Lancashire green
Untouched by human folly or war.
Sapphire the eyes that by flight I saw
Reflecting the sun that gave them their sheen.
He was small, pale, too quiet, too lean;
He was nothing I sought for, just found-
But I downed and alighted the ground,
And bound him to me, or so it did seem.
Now have that child a mane all of white
And a voice like the thunder so bold.
His soul is all Love and Mercy and Care,
Wisdom and Knowledge and all Virtues there-
But oft flame enters his stare, power old
To still and awe me, and fill me with light.
I hear the God scream inside him all night.
Sapphire the sky o’er lush Lancashire green
Untouched by human folly or war.
Sapphire the eyes that by flight I saw
Reflecting the sun that gave them their sheen.
He was small, pale, too quiet, too lean;
He was nothing I sought for, just found-
But I downed and alighted the ground,
And bound him to me, or so it did seem.
Now have that child a mane all of white
And a voice like the thunder so bold.
His soul is all Love and Mercy and Care,
Wisdom and Knowledge and all Virtues there-
But oft flame enters his stare, power old
To still and awe me, and fill me with light.
I hear the God scream inside him all night.
The way you've placed the rhymes is wonderful and who knew birds thought such lovely lines?