 Dragon..Dragon..Draco.. | | Sirius Lee Black
Dumbledore's Funeral
Twice the silver bell rang,
Loud and clear into the sky,
The sun had nearly set,
And the forest was quiet.
An uneasy gloom was obvious,
Tears are cascading down,
Nearly all of the faces,
Flames erupt and then die.
The cry of the phoenix sang,
With a flash it says goodbye,
The worst has not come yet,
Where are our hopes set.
Without him there is no us,
Emotions are set on a frown,
People from so many places,
Unite to say their own goodbye. |