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This weeks Topic: Sirius Black

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Here is my poem about Sirius Black.

Sirius Black

A smile so content
I life less than perfect
An ending even less so
But through the blame
The sadness
And tiresome worriesome days
A man stood tall
And proud
Through it all
And touched so many lives along the way
Though he is gone in human form
The memory of a gracious man
Still lives on
In the hearts
The minds
And souls
Of all whose lives
He changed
R.I.P Sirius Black.


A bit of a downer but I think it gets the point across.:sorcerer:

The man with no face

He was a man of risk,
A man with no fear,
Sirius was wrongly accused,
And fasely feared.

His breakout after so long,
Brought many an outcry,
But he was determined,
He had chosen his side.

Not that it was the one they thought,
He wanted to do what was right,
So tirelessly he fought.

Against those who tried to hold him back,
Against those who would've held him in chains.
For a crime he did not commit,
And for a sentence he should not have to submit.

So who could blame him,
When in dog form he sprang,
And, sick of the enclosure,
Ran from it, as barely a man.

For a year he sought out his God-Son,
The son of the one who he used to call friend.
He longed to tell him the real story,
Which didn't involve a sick, twisted end.

But, alas the fatal day came,
When Sirius, so restless, could not refrain.
He had to see Harry one last time,
He had to see Harry, to say goodbye.

That appearance which led to prison,
He had been spotted,
He was no longer an able part in the mission.
Against evil he could not fight,
He would sit alone in the dark cold night,
Caring for Buckbeak was all he could do,
Whilst the others at Grimmauld Place,
Served their duties through and through.

So one night,
When he got an incling that something was wrong,
He tore from the building and ran in throng,
With the order, side by side,
Willing to fight, willing to die.

And bravely it was,
That dear Padfoot died,
Defending his honour, defending his pride.
Spiting all who thought him wrong,
Spiting those who had done him wrong.

One flick of a wand,
One slip of a foot,
Black disappeared.
Behind the veil,
Mystically moving,
There was nowhere else for him,
He was now the star his name intended him to be,
Padfoot, Sirius, no longer is he with thee.

"Sirius; One Man, One Story"

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.

As a true Sirius fan I hope you enjoy my poem. It looks the situation in a few different ways but it ties up well. I hope you like it. 'R.I.P, Sirius Black- you will live on in my heart'


Sirius Black: the story

Once upon a mournful night,
the friends of four became the three,
ones fate was gone,
the other to flee,
one was left confused but spared,
another cast to sea,
it was to Azkaban he went,
he was both brave and true.

A boy was cast a shadow,
no parents had he,
the one who spoilt his dear life,
was a git a man-
called Pettigrew.

No one understood this act,
of cowerdess and plea,
but Voldermort has risen,
his powers back and all,
but we know this already that he is fated to fall.

The years went by or so it was told,
an army was formed.
Both hairy and bold,
they faught to save our lives.

Though the war has barely started,
one of our loved ones have now departed.
Sirius Black, our hero.

- written by Emily .M. Browne

A Limerick about Sirius.

There was a black doggy named Snuffles,
And a little girl dressed him in ruffles.
He upset the tea. over the dolly on his knee,
And out went the black doggy Snuffles.

Dedicated to Sirus Black may he rest in peace.

Still here

You may be gone
but no matter what
you're still here. Where
you ask? In my heart, my
soul. You live on, no matter
where you go. Your laughter,
jokes, and witty remarks live
on and on forever more.

The House of Black

Born in a house of darkness,
Nurtured in a house of courage.
The fall of a house of love,
His life changed forever.

Trapped in a house of horror,
His mind a house of pain.
Escaped to a house of rock,
He watched for his revenge.

Reunited in a house of shreiking,
Again in the house of darkness.
Died in a house of mystery,
Lost, but not forgotten.

Fantastic job to all!! I'm going to leave the thread open so anyone can still post.

Thanks to those who shared your words!