and here is the poem about sirius that i posted in the poet's guild #1....

A wind does blow still on the life you left behind,
a flame upon the fire with once shined so bright.
The past still haunting the ones deeply so intwined,
Sirius, you were a player in the plot of twisted plight.

Years of deception may have found his hopes withdrawn,
yet lingering despair never found its way as a threat.
For the lurking revenge unfulfilled, left by a marauder gone.
Trust destroyed by malignant spite, and Padfoot did not forget.

He wore a mask that was his alone, hiding the thoughts below,
secretly wistful and smiled to the clueless who lived in despise.
One man, one story, heartbreaking words few learned to know,
receiving the hope renewed as he opened his godson's eyes.

Days of trickery and lies have fallen putting him at blame,
but through every second what prevailed were bravery, and love.
The veil is illusion to those who reminisce his name,
Sirius Black has not faded away, but lives in the stars above.