Ok I hope you all like this, it is my first attempt at poetry, and I want all you to know that very few of you can really understand something like this, so don't be surprised. Enjoy and Review! Myth

The Cold, a Blizzard, The Arctic
adding to the pain

I follow, I'm falling, the wind as it blows through the Way
I'm calling, without response, to heaven and Hell the same

They are searching for the so-called Traitor
I my one and only savior

He's gone, beyond, the reach of mortals

His reincarnation is Learning
What it means to be an angel

While I Search For My Best Friend's Soul
where it resides in heaven

My mind an empty wasteland
Dry,
except for the frequent blizzards

I'm searching for him who is Treason
to ask why it was
that his friend lies dead
his friend and mine were the same

James In Heaven, Peter in Hell, Sirius in neither, yet
but which do I belong in?
the one with the Blizzards?
But what will James say if my place is truly in Hell?

Ok I hope you all enjoyed this! PLEASE REVIEW! My other fic only got 3 out of 97 reviews! Oh yah and I'm obsessed with Sirius! Thank you!