Blue flames bursting on pale ice.
It's amazing how one could be so nice.
Burning frozen.
Being the only one chosen.
Eveloping in sapphire blue.
The flames are moving through.
Standing there serene.
Being beyond extreme.
In the air, slowly disappearing.
Rooftop begins clearing.
Blue embers flying.
Sadness spreads; he's dying.
Fragile to the sun.
This time, he won't run.
All remains floating into the distance.
Becoming hard to prove his existence.
All is left is a white shirt.
And a heart that is severely hurt....
If you have read my other True Blood and Godric poems I hope this is just as good as the others, I haven't written any poems especially True Blood and Godric poems in awhile so I hope this one wasn't too bad and also I would like to dedicate this to
DirtyLilSweetheart
for asking me to write another Godric poem, it's because of her that there is another one of my Godric poems on Wattpad. Thank you!
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