Disclaimer: The usual.
A/N: Hey, I've discovered that I write a lot of poems really late at night
when I'm supposed to be asleep, lol. I wrote this one last night in between
eleven fifty-five and twelve twenty. *grins*
So anyway, this is my tribute to Sirius Black. I have wanted to write
something for him since I read the fifth book, but I never had the
inspiration. However, somehow when I was humming to myself last night (I do
that a lot), this popped into my head.

Black

Dressed all in black
The color of mourning
The long and wrinkled, thin fabric
Brushing against his skin
The veil covers his face
As he stares at the void
That used to be

Dressed all in black
The color of mourning
The summer wind is ice
Nothing can warm him now
And the whispers of dead
Stroke his pale face
As his life ends

Dressed all in black
The color of mourning
He never guessed
His last name would be
The last thing he saw
But the last thing he heard
Was the name of the brightest star.

A/N: Please review. I'd love to hear from you.