| Sirius: A Lament to the Potters A/N: Okay, I was feeling really annoyed with everything and decided to write this. Needless to say, my mood did 95% of the work. Anyhow, I needed a poor, suicidal soul to use for the POV, so I chose Sirius. And what better time for Sirius to feel suicidal than October 31, 1981? So, yeah, nothing of Sirius's or the Potters' is my own, so there. Nothing feels the same. Everything is gone. Nothing worth life lives, Not even me. I can feel myself Slipping away Into the endless darkness. I feel no pain. I feel no fear. My whole entire life Now flashes before my eyes. Death is near. I can feel it: His bony hand on my shoulder Pulling me into the dark, Leaving my blood on the floor. It must be better Than the torments of life, Besides, My friends are there Watching over me. I am with them now, And Death triumphs over Life. |