Poems
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters here
"How many times have people used a pen or paintbrush because they couldn't pull the trigger?"― Virginia Woolf
Running-Draco Malfoy
Draco dearest,
It's time to choose.
War is coming.
Silence is deafening.
Time is rolling.
The tide is turning.
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((Aim))
Take out your silvergreen robes,
And fight.
Because love,
Don't you know,
This is your family,
Your b;l;o;o;d
spilled on the frontline.
Join us,
Dead or alive,
Does it even matter anymore?
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((Ready))
There's no use running from FATE,
If you're thinking, now's just a little bit LATE.
Oh love, child, baby,
Pick up your wand:
They're out to h/a/r/m you,
But who are they?
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((Steady))
It's okay,
I'm not broken,
Lies, lies, that you tell yourself
Because
T/h/i/s is how b/r/o/k/e/n you really are.
So pick up your paintbrush
(Oh love,
You have no idea
how u$g#l%y the blood you paint really is)
And hide behind e:n:e:m:y lines.
Be a Slytherin,
Make your family proud
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((And shoot))
You back out,
(Because it's what you do.)
You run,
(T;e.r:r;i/f:i;e/d, Draco, what would father think?)
Let the heroes be brave,
(They run in,
Wands b!l!a!z!i!n!g,
Fighting "for the good cause"
Oh love, you think they're f/o/o/l/h/a/r/d/y
But isn't that better than being)
A coward?