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im_dans_girl07 · 08-14-2005, 05:13 AM

heres the first one that I wrote about HP...just wrote it right now

The Veil

I hide behind these smiles that so many believe are true.
Those that know my true pain are very, very few.
My last remaining relative is dead and gone.
Sirius Black was his name, and his spirit still lives on.

He died at the ministry because he fell through a veil.
And, I just wish that this pain was not real.
I feel so responsible, like it is all my fault he died.
That’s what my nightmares tell me late, late at night.

No one has been the same since he died, but I have changed the most.
And his evil cousin Bellatrix, who killed him, feels like she should boast.
If it weren’t for those death eaters, and Voldemort himself,
I would have parents, and a godfather, instead of putting my life on a shelf.

The tears all fall, and I can’t stop them flowing.
But, these feelings are something I just hate showing.
I just try to convince myself that it’s all a dream and he never failed.
And that he’s not dead; that he’s just lost behind the veil…

by: Breana Steele (me)

08-14-2005, 05:13 AM	#1 (permalink)
im_dans_girl07 "The Todd" Kneazle Location: Anti-Cook Land Join Date: Aug 2005 Posts: 3,100 Hogwarts RPG Name: Asher Hawthorne Third Year	My HP Poetry Sa9+ heres the first one that I wrote about HP...just wrote it right now The Veil I hide behind these smiles that so many believe are true. Those that know my true pain are very, very few. My last remaining relative is dead and gone. Sirius Black was his name, and his spirit still lives on. He died at the ministry because he fell through a veil. And, I just wish that this pain was not real. I feel so responsible, like it is all my fault he died. That’s what my nightmares tell me late, late at night. No one has been the same since he died, but I have changed the most. And his evil cousin Bellatrix, who killed him, feels like she should boast. If it weren’t for those death eaters, and Voldemort himself, I would have parents, and a godfather, instead of putting my life on a shelf. The tears all fall, and I can’t stop them flowing. But, these feelings are something I just hate showing. I just try to convince myself that it’s all a dream and he never failed. And that he’s not dead; that he’s just lost behind the veil… by: Breana Steele (me)