Summary: Ghosts. Feeble imitations of life, who can never pass. Do they ever regret their choices? Do they ever wish that they could 'die'?
I take some of the better known Hogwarts ghosts, and look inside their heads. The aria of the left behind.
Categories: Poetry Characters: None
Warnings: Character Death
Challenges: Series: None
Chapters: 4
Completed: Yes
Word count: 712
Read: 9494
Published: 01/31/07
Updated: 02/23/07
1. Nicholas Regretful by Heiress_of_Insanity_
2. Grief of the Grey Lady by Heiress_of_Insanity_
3. Woe Upon the Bloody Baron by Heiress_of_Insanity_
4. Dear Friar by Heiress_of_Insanity_
Nicholas Regretful by Heiress_of_Insanity_
Author's Notes:
Insane idea....Lots of imagination....Time to kill....It all equals this! Don't own. Don't sue. Etc. Etc.
I wished to stay.
I didn’t want to die
And go far away.
I had a life to live!
‘Twas not yet done.
I wanted the breath of life
From the newborn sun.
And so, when my head was gone,
I became a ghost.
It wasn’t but a feeble way
To imitate me most.
I still can think.
I still can sigh.
I still can talk.
I cannot die.
Doomed to wander
The halls of the earth.
Lost to everything,
Love, life and mirth.
Even when my friends are gone,
I have to stay.
I would have rather died,
And gone far away,
Than stay on the earth
Condemned as a ghost,
Never to meet
Thee, heavenly host.
Never to love again.
Never to cry.
Never to live my life.
Never to die.
I was afraid of death.
I wished to stay.
I didn’t want to die
And go far away.
But now that I have lived my life,
I wish to go,
And stay forever free from strife,
But the answer’s no.
I will ne'er go to heaven.
I will never die.
I will never lay to rest,
And sigh that final sigh.
Please review! Please?!
Grief of the Grey Lady by Heiress_of_Insanity_
Author's Notes:
I still don't own Harry Potter?! Crud! *starts to cry*
I didn’t want to be a ghost.
I just wanted to pass on,
And see the ones that I missed most.
‘But, no,’ I cry,
‘I ne’er had my wish,
To die and fly,
And become missed.’
I’ll never have the chance
To pass among the clouds,
And sing to all the passers by,
And peek beyond my shroud.
Fore’er condemned to walk the earth.
Fore’er condemned to sigh.
Fore’er condemned to wallow
In my ghostly misery,
And cry a gallon of silver tears
That drip down off my face.
Ne’er allowed to leave my home,
And wander ‘round the place.
So here I sit, a lonesome ghost,
Dreaming of ones I miss the most.
Fore’er I’ll be quiet, fore’er I sigh,
And wallow, crying silver tears in ghostly misery.
There you go. I actually like this one better than Nick’s, don’t ask why. I just do. But yeah…please review!
Woe Upon the Bloody Baron by Heiress_of_Insanity_
Author's Notes:
I don't own Harry Potter, okay? Goodness me...
Who makes grave errors,
Who meanders around,
Fighting all terrors.
But the worst mistake,
One that matters the most,
Is making the decision
To become a ghost.
Woe to the fearful man,
Who is nevermore free!
Woe to the stupid lass,
Woe unto me.
I made that decision,
I thought it was right
When my body was stabbed
During the night.
I wanted to get back!
I wanted revenge!
When I took on a form,
A silvery tinge.
But, alas! I found out
That I couldn’t leave school.
Thus I still seek my murderers,
The accursed slayer and mule!
But I cannot touch anything,
I cannot seek revenge,
And haunt my coward murderers
Whilst in my pale, ghostly tinge.
So here I sit,
So here I sigh,
So here I meander
Waiting to die.
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Tis a different poem.
Dear Friar by Heiress_of_Insanity_
Author's Notes:
Sorry that took so long. I have recently gone on a reading-spree (AKA, no writing~except on my book...), and all thoughts of writing fanfictionwere pushed to the back of my head. Sorry.
So...What if I do own Harry Potter?
...Oh, okay.
My life was nice,
My life was short,
My life was ice.
I loved teaching students
At Hogwarts each year.
How could I let go of
My sweet pupils dear?
Being a ghost
Is near good as living!
Praying and hoping
And greeting and giving.
I enjoy it lots!
I have no regret!
No whining, no fussing,
And no need to fret.
Yes, my poor life is good
In the school where I started.
I’ve no need to leave,
No want to be parted.
So why do I feel somber,
In that dark time called night,
When my conscience is failing,
When the memories fight?
I know not the answer,
I may never find out.
But I do know that decisions
Can be roundabout.
So sit down and think,
Whene’er you decide
To fast or to brew,
To stay open or hide.
Those were my words of wisdom,
I will not evade them,
Even when my light goes out,
Nothing can fade them.
So...There you go...Please review!
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