I helped you up the stairs,
to show you what I had done .
To show you what I thought of you ,
how beautiful you had become .

And though we have such a short time together ,
I thought I should let it be known ,
how much you mean to me in what I might call ,
you’re new home .  

You see I took every living part  from you for us to admire in a jar !
to write in verse in poetry for the world to see ,
exactly who you are ?

You’re eyes are like sapphires they light up the stars ,

You’re lungs help you run into my arms ,
beating blood to you’re heart ,
where ever you are .

And if Flavorus ever thought of you ,
In sonnets he would write .

For you’re spine is tall and strong and true ,
tells me the truth even when I don’t listen to.
You .

And for all you’re faults I have left them in a jar ,
Just to remind me. of who you are .

As for you’re heart my beloved friend ,
It somehow beats faster when I touch your face ,
and beats faster still when your arms I embrace .

And slowly we walk down the stairs ,
the doors slammed shut ,
we are the last ones to leave .
The roof tops are red ,
there is love in you’re eyes ,
for tomorrow awaits,
with a tear in you’re eye
for now you are dying ,
what have I done ?
For now you lay befor3 me
to what have I become ?
And O the blood of millions is now set before the sun ,
to atone for many,
the monster I have become.