Black was the day that
Sirius Black
fell
through the veil
into a shroud of darkness.

He seemed surprised
as he fell gracefully through
the ancient archway
beyond the veil.

Who knows if it was the spell
or the veil
that really caused his end
or if
he was the Grim
that prophesied his own death,

The large proud dog
Who stood by his godson’s side
Padfoot.

Black was the day that
the Kreacher
betrayed the blood-traitors
and fooled the boy who lived.

Might-have-beens,
there are many.
Why was the mirror ignored?
It was forgotten in the rush of haste
and regret.

Black, purest Black,
without light
was the day that
Sirius Black
Was gone.