It's quite simple, and a bit tacky. It's done from the Point of View of Sirius, as he was looking over the ruins at Godric's hollow the night Voldemort came. Read, and I hope you like!

Mourning through the night

He stood, alone, in silence,
Amidst the fluttering grass,
And he wondered to himself in grief,
How this had come to pass.
He stood, masked in darkness,
Bathed in the moon's dim glow,
Staring at him, lifeless,
Cold, wretched and lifeless,
Staring at him lifeless,
And his emotions began to flow....

So many questions, unrelenting,
Provoked his mourning mind,
But indeed, the answers to any of them,
Seemed impossible to find.
Tears cascaded down his cheeks,
Softly, he began to cry.
Each tear heavy with regret,
The recurring, overpowering regret,
The regret that he barely even had
The chance to say goodbye.

One thought aroused a thousand more,
Each one intensifying the pain,
Making him feel that he had lost all,
And that he'd nothing more to gain.
It all seemed incomprehensible,
Too arduous to understand.
Now all he had were memories,
Oh, those bittersweet memories,
Yet he could feel each one of them,
Slipping through his hand.

Sombre thoughts obscured his mind,
Bitter ones masked his heart.
And the anguish surging through his veins,
Was tearing his soul apart.
It befell on them so abruptly,
So brutally curt the end.
A life was lost, taken away,
In a solitary night, taken away,
That single night took a life away,
And lost him his best friend.

*What do you think?*