This is a poem I wrote, for English Extra Credit incidentally, but I found it mildly appropriate here. Just a note, I had no original intention of it being connected to Dumbledore, but as this was a few months after the sixth book came out, I guess it's not too surprising. I didn't have anywhere else to put it, so I thought here was appropriate. If you want to leave feedback, I'll leave a link thingy, I guess. Thanks!

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“Severus…please…”

Look at the flowers, Mithrandir.
You see them bloom in cursed eyes,
Watch as sunlight strikes their chaste white petals,
And then turn away as they burst in the fires in your heart.


Burn! Burn! Burning bright, in the shadows of the night!
Do you hear their screams? I hear them too;
Whimpering, moaning, shrieking, begging, cursing; Dying.


Your children are calling for you,
Calling for their mother, their lover, their brother.
They lost them long ago; you watched them fall away,
Like rubies from the broken hourglass, scattered beneath your feet.
They taste of blood.


Tick, tock, tick, tock, tick, tock.
Stars fly by like horses chasing after the carrot you dangled before their noses,
Before you pulled it away, and threw it back down to earth;
I tried to catch it, but I missed.


I’ve failed too many times before to fail now,
Are you ready to fail again?
It only hurts the first time,
Then it becomes an old friend you’d sometimes rather be without,
Until you find yourself wising it back to your side.


“I want to die! I want to die! Make it stop, make it stop, I want to die!”
“Drink this, Professor. Drink this…”
Dumbledore drank, and no sooner had he finished than he yelled, “KILL ME!”
“This—this one will!” gasped Harry. “Just drink this…It’ll be over…all over!”


“Avada Kedavra!” You fell; you flew, suspended in the air, and then you fell.
Did I scream for you? I can’t remember.
I know we buried you away, in a tomb of white.
I heard the Phoenix cry, saw the falling tears, then heard the spark as he burst into flames.
The fire in your heart is out.