A/N: I uploaded this poem before, but for some reason it got deleted... anyway, this is my poem about the night Sirius Black died. Enjoy.

Sirius Black/Harry Potter belong to JK Rowling.

BROKEN HERO

He stands upon the topmost step, tainted
He cannot feel for his heart is frozen,
Fainted
Come to save the day, now he is unsure,
How to act
I feel his tears
Tearing on impact

He runs purposely towards the heart of the night
As the fear rips through his soul, he searches
For the light
He is heading the wrong direction, but the bad thing is
He doesn’t know
The coming of the end
Of a broken hero

His spirit ignites, he is on fire, running on love
Towards rescuing his favourite, while black wings of death
Hover above
He will not finish his task, for it is almost done
And he is scared
That he might disappear
Unprepared

As he fights with a long lost flair, he tires out
He dodges the blood of blood, becomes complacent
Gives a shout
He is pierced through the chests and falls through the fabric,
Has gone forever, so
I cannot see the last tears
Of a broken hero