Her eyes closed, her cheeks fair.
The wind fanning her raven hair.
Her palms stretched, she is at rest.
Her ears oblivious to screams.
On her chest, the lion crest,
The pride of her life.
She's dying tonight,
But on her mind,
only the black haired lad.
"Harry, be safe. Harry be strong.
Lord, protect my baby from all wrong."
She turns and sights, The coal red eyes.
She knew they'll be her demise.
He asked her to leave,
Or death she'll receive.
She told him she wasn't afraid.
In her mind, all goodbyes were bade.
"Avada Kedavra"
And just like that,
Her essence fades.
Dec 9, 2014
Dec 9, 2014 at 9:37 AM UTC
Her eyes closed, her cheeks fair.
The wind fanning her raven hair.
Her palms stretched, she is at rest.
Her ears oblivious to screams.
On her chest, the lion crest,
The pride of her life.
She's dying tonight,
But on her mind,
only the black haired lad.
"Harry, be safe. Harry be strong.
Lord, protect my baby from all wrong."
She turns and sights, The coal red eyes.
She knew they'll be her demise.
He asked her to leave,
Or death she'll receive.
She told him she wasn't afraid.
In her mind, all goodbyes were bade.
"Avada Kedavra"
And just like that,
Her essence fades.
Lily Potter taught us that the love of a mother is stronger than anything else in the world. A tribute to a mother ready to die for her son.
