Note:- This is after a very long time that I've written a poem. It has mistakes, errors etc. which I may or may not have corrected. So to whoever who reads this truly, please be kind. Also, a bit about the poem, I totally wrote it for Regulus Black because I read about him, couldn't forget and it's about H. P. The poem, follows his journey and his end circling around the visual idea of sea, ocean and drowning. So read at your own risk.

I.
𝘏𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘯𝘶𝘮𝘣.
𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘶𝘵𝘦, 𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘵 𝘥𝘶𝘮𝘣.
𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦'𝘴 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥.
𝘏𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘬𝘺 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥.

𝘐𝘐.
𝘏𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘥, 𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘭𝘦𝘧𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘺.
𝘏𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘮, 𝘴𝘰 𝘱𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘬𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘺.
𝘓𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘺, 𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨.
𝘏𝘰𝘸 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘵?
𝘐𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦, 𝘪𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦.

𝘐𝘐𝘐.
𝘏𝘪𝘴 𝘷𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘯𝘬.
𝘏𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘸, 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘪𝘵 𝘴𝘢𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘰𝘳 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘭𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥?

𝘐𝘝.
𝘜𝘯𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮, 𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘢𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥, 𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘤𝘭𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘺.
𝘏𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘱𝘪𝘵𝘺.
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