Disclaimer: If I owned Dumbledore, I'd be a whole lot happier.

Author's Note: I suppose this could apply to anyone, but I'm not wrinkly and it's not raining, so it might as well be Dumbledore.

Staring Out the Windowpane

Staring out the windowpane

Reflection is watching back.

All the grounds are drenched with rain,

All the sky is turning black.

Burden heavy on my shoulder

Knees are buckling from such weight,

And the nights are growing colder

Telling me that I'm too late

Winter's coming, Spring comes after

I must save it, I must try,

Snow and rain, or pain and laughter,

Something tells me it will die.

Eyes closing from loss of gain,

Wrinkles sagging like tree bark,

Staring out the windowpane

And the world is very dark.