Title: Withering
Author: Me… Tristana a.k.a. le petit vampire dépressif
Disclaimer: regretfully, I do not own Lucius or any other HP's character. It's not fair but I guess that if Lucius knows what I usually do to him in my fics, he would have killed me. And I am not paid for this – who would like to pay for this… thing – or whatever you call it.
Summary: Something cheerful… Dealing with pink rabbits and singing flowers! What? You don't trust me? All right: this poem deals with death, mourning, sorrow, etc. (Told you, I am happy today! ) Narcissa died during the final battle. Lucius POV. (I think I am Lucius-addicted…)
Withering
Walking among corpse
I see no one but you
My beautiful angel
From heaven you fell
Your love for me destroyed you
To save me you offered yourself
To the warrant of a warlord
From your body he wringed your soul
Why did you have to sacrifice
Your life? I did not deserve this
I just wished you to live
Whatever it would have taken
I expect nothing from life
With you imprisoned in a marble grave
Love burned down to ashes
Sorrow overwhelmed my heart
It's thorn ripping at my soul
Like the thorns of the rose I hold
A white rose for the purest soul
And a black rose for a mourning
A scarlet flower for a living love
But love is no more
It died along with you
My life's now black and white
Snow and tears
Upon the mother earth have fallen
Pouring from the darkest skies
As blackness surrounded me
The white rose has withered
Purity by blood was stained
And alone remain the black rose
As your soul from earth arose
Leave this world of misery
Flying on the wings of a crow
Leave me now to my sorrow
There's nothing you can do for me
I wanted to die for you
But you were the one who died
This is not the way it should have been
Love, the rules you should have respected
Why does white turn to grey
Why does black replace grey?
Why does birth turn to death
Why does love have to die?
No answer comes from nothingness
No comfort comes from darkness
On my path to death guilt leads the way
Not the light of your eyes
The light faded away
Leaving blind in this hell
Blinded, but not to the horror of this world
I wish I died along with you
But it is not to late, my love
As the blade runs down my arms
I feel my life pouring out of me
And my soul rising from the sadness
The sadness of my living hell…
A hell where you are not.
Note: Do you want some tissues? Well, I would like to know if I still deserve to be qualified of 'depressing'. Please, send me a review… Or sniff I kill myself with the big butcher's knife of my dad… the author is on her knees, staring pleadingly at her computer's screen