Author's note: Harry Potter in general and Cedric Diggory in specific belong to the delightful J.K. Rowling. This is a poem, and I am no master poet...keep that in mind when reviewing! Anyhow, I just thought Cedric might have something to say about being dead.

For what it's worth,
I don't blame you for what happened.
It's not as if things can be changed now.
I'm already dead.

You didn't know
That your gesture would mean my end.
Because of your generosity,
I've been made to pay.

I don't blame you,
Although I always expected
That I would live beyond seventeen.
I didn't want death.

But I have lived.
I have played Quidditch in summer,
Loved beneath the cool wintery moon,
Seen beauty and pain.

I have made friends,
Known what it is to win and lose
And given my heart to someone else.
Is there more to do?

Perhaps that's it.
Perhaps my life was not meant to
Hold much more than it already did
So it has ended.

And for all that
You've gone and saved the world again,
Whether just for now or forever.
A world without me.

I've given my life,
For what it's worth.