DISCLAIMER: I don't own Harry Potter... the lucky JK Rowling does...
i. Sirius, the prisoner
Matted, cold, hungry,
Empty.
Freezing winds blowing in and out the
Cage.
Glide in,
Glide out.
He wishes.
Matted, his hair,
Filthy, his body,
Constrained, his spirit.
Sane,
Not sane.
Not known.
Yet it’s known,
He’s a prisoner.
ii. Number Twelve Grimmauld Place, the house
The insane place,
Swallow of happiness,
Hollow of love,
Imprisons memories,
Dead house.
Empty,
Cold,
Hidden.
Barely there,
Never wanted,
Never needed.
Ever wanted,
Ever needed.
Not known.
Yet it’s known,
It’s not a home.
It’s a structure.
iii. Together, the prisoner inside the house
Two spirits.
No.
Zero spirits,
Plague the house.
One
Caged inside one
Caged inside something
That cannot let free.
Never seen,
Never wanted,
Never needed,
Never fully clean.
Will be free,
Will be revived,
Will be let out of
The Cage.
Not known.
Yet it’s known,
They are the same.