Poems

TRAPPED

A poem about an anonymous Azkaban prisoner. Rated PG.

I think I've heard it in a dream:
The wind that sounded like a scream
The thundering waves of woe that sped
Towards the shapeless shore of dread

A gloomy fortress there would rise
Encircled by a sea of sighs
A slope of steps, a wall of hate
A hell behind a heavy gate

A tangled web of corridors
Embroidered by a thousand doors
A thousand locks without a key
A thousand shrieks of agony

The ghastly guardians of the place
Would clasp you in their cold embrace
To feed upon your deepest fears
And drink the torrent of your tears

My soul was smashed to smithereens
Inside this swirl of sordid scenes
I felt a foul, decaying breath
And heard the rattling voice of death

No will to wake was left in me
I knew too well I couldn't flee
For there's no way you ever can
Escape the grip of Azkaban

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SHADOW REBORN

A rhymed celebration of Lord Voldemort's return to power. Rated PG.

The night when the Shadow reappears
Will be like any other night
The owls will hoot their murky song
The stars will shine with still delight

There won't be signs of the coming storm
No clouds to conceal the crescent moon
No blazing Dark Mark to reveal
That ghosts of the past will haunt us soon

We never pronounce the Shadow's name
Pretending we can trick the doom
And yet one moonlit summer night
Shall see the flowers of death abloom

And yet on a cloudless summer night
The flowers of hatred shall bloom once more
And he shall stand amidst the graves
More terrifying than e'er before

For thirteen years the Shadow lay
Alone and friendless, all forlorn
One vision burning in his mind:
The night when he would be reborn

For thirteen years the Shadow lay
Consumed by flames of piercing pain
One hope was keeping him alive:
The night when he would rise again

The night when the Shadow was reborn
Was just like any other night
The owls were hooting a murky song
The stars were shining with still delight

There was no sign of the coming storm
No clouds concealing the crescent moon
No Dark Mark in the sky revealed
That ghosts of the past would haunt us soon

And yet on that starry summer night
The flowers of evil bloomed once more
And there he stood amidst the graves
More terrifying than e'er before

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YONDER HILLS

A balladic poem loosely based on Opal Ember's Tom/Ginny vignette Black Cobalt. Rated PG-13 for implied murder and weird word order. ;o)

Darkness has shrouded the heads of yonder hills
Somehow I know that the night has come for me
Hearing the water's haunting lullaby
Seeing the fire in your eye

Darkness has shrouded the sides of yonder hills
Wild is the wind tearing at a blooming tree
Sad is the seagulls' singing as they fly
Cold is your laughter as I cry

Darkness has shrouded the feet of yonder hills
Pale is the moon's face a-mirrored in the sea
Soft is the night-veil falling from the sky
Clouding my vision as I die

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YOU

Another poem about my favourite Dark Lord. Rated PG.

In the chasm of despair
Where hearts grow hard and cold as stone
You must've forgotten what was light -
Or may have never known.

You've forgotten what is wrong,
You've forgotten what is right,
You cannot tell the difference
Between the day and night.

What you don't know you cannot miss,
What you had lost you cannot find:
A ray of light, a mother's kiss,
Your mortal soul, your heart or mind.

You've forgotten how to fly,
Confined to spend a life in hell:
Why should you mind your broken wings
Inside a prison cell?

You've forgotten how to laugh,
You've forgotten how to cry,
You've forgotten how to live
And now you cannot die...

What you don't know you cannot miss,
What you had lost you cannot find:
A ray of hope, a lover's kiss,
Your mortal soul, your heart or mind.