Oh this is stunning! What a beautiful poem you've written here. I will admit that I had to go back and read the summary again because I did wonder if this was written about Sirius as he fell through the Veil, but I can see that it fits Harry so perfectly as he awaits his supposed doom.
One of the most poignant moments in the books for me is when Harry asks Sirius if 'dying hurts'. Sirius gives him the perfect response. I'm not sure if he's not actually lying to him, but he tells Harry what he needs to hear, and it was a quick 'death'.
This poem reminded me very much of Dylan Thomas's 'Do not go gentle into that good night.' although the slant is very different. Harry wants to pass through to the other side peacefully, whereas Thomas is urging his father to 'rage against the dying of the light'. I was moved, very much, by your interpretation. Although Harry is someone who does frequently 'rage' you've captured his acceptance of his fate so perfectly here.
Really, I think this is beautiful and cannot give any constructive criticism. Well done. ~Carole~
What a perfectly lovely poem. It seems to stem from Harry’s question about dying, “Does it hurt?” and Sirius’ answer, “Not at all. Quicker and easier than falling asleep.”
One might be surprised about a poem that is so gentle, so positive, so hopeful about death, especially in the context of the terrible battles that occurred before and after this incident, and the bloody build-up to these final scenes. Compare, for example, the peaceful acceptance of death in this poem with the frantic, panicked attempts to avoid death seen in the final moments of James and Lily.
The difference, of course, is that Harry has chosen his death, has had a relatively long time to think about it before it happens, and believes that it will accomplish some positive good; none of these things were true about James and Lily, or really about any of the other people killed by Voldemort and his death eaters.
The master mentioned in the poem is of course not Lord Voldemort, who only thought that he was the master of everything and wished to be master of death. Death itself is the ultimate, unsupplantable master, the master whom Harry addresses. The Avada Kedavra curse, described as the emerald waves, the emerald fury, and the peace-bestowing emerald light, is revealed to be not a curse in the generic sense, but rather a kind of blessing in the hand of the master, since we all must die sooner or later.
This poem elucidates something which we may not be able to understand fully otherwise: how Harry could be so calm and accepting of death, when all around him everyone was trying so hard to avoid death. In fact, I think it explains his frame of mind better than J. K. Rowling did in Chapter Thirty-four of Deathly Hallows.
Thank you very much for writing this poem, which both gives us pleasure and helps us to understand better a crucial point of the story.
After my first reading, I was genuinely speechless. This poem fills me with awe.
This poem is definitely a prayer. The phrases at the beginning of each stanza make the song feel like a hymn. It certainly conveys Harry’s reverence of death (I assume that is the master, although Harry is master of death…) and each stanza gives a new plea of peace and calm.
I don’t fully understand your repetition of ‘emerald’, but I love it. I did wonder if it was to do with Harry’s eyes, but I think it’s probably more to do with the Avada Kedavra. Each different manifestation of emerald is a different side of death, and you show this so beautifully.
I think this poem not only lets us see a reverence of death, but also a fear. I know that Harry is not supposed to fear death, but this poem does not really specify a character (I took it to be Harry from your summary). If I use Harry/Lily’s eyes as the emerald, this poem can just as easily apply to Snape (except maybe a few lines) and how he longs for peace from his own mind in death.
I cannot think of a melody at present, but I cannot help but think what a beautiful peaceful requiem this would make. Needless to say, I love it.