"You've thrown it all away…"
-Anthony Green "Drug Dealer"
Today is the day
the day where your fate
the purpose for which you were born
will all play out.
Your mother, look how she smiles
you've never made her this happy before.
Your father, look how proud he is
you've never made him this proud before.
Your brother, look all you want
but he isn't around
(you've never made him this disgusted before)
that's the way you want it, though
you'd be too ashamed to meet his grey eyes.
Today is the day, young snake
the day for which your parents have been waiting.
Today is the day
you d i e.
x x x x x x x x x x x x
B r e a t h e in deeply as you
take your steps
each one
eeeeeee cccccc hhhhh oooo iii nn g
through the dark corridor.
His hand on your shoulder
chills up your spine
head dizzy with thoughts.
It's like a trance
like a different person taking your steps
making your feet walk.
Take a seat
give your arm to him
and (h)(i)(d)(e) your
fear
because fear is nothing but weakness
and this is not the
time or place
to be weak.
x x x x x x x x x x x x
Air fills your nose
as you move your way
through the crowd
hands locked behind your back
executioner guiding your every action.
No chance of e s c a p e
No chance of freedom
because you've made your choice
(or they've made it for you)
and there's no b a c king out now.
The crowd applauds and c*l*a*p*s
each pair of grey eyes
b r e a k i n g your heart
because you know
you're wrong
and he was right
but that doesn't really matter now
(not that it ever did.)
Mount the steps to the scaffold
and take your place over the trapdoor.
A tear makes a bid for escape from your steel eyes
as the rope is lowered around
(your neck)
x x x x x x x x x x x x
He traces the pale skin
over and over
searching for the right spot to leave his Mark.
Your eyes, they are pleading for him
not to find it
but all hope is lost
when his lips twist upwards
(all hope was lost a long, long time ago.)
Your right fingers close in upon your palm
as you b.r.a.c.e yourself for
what happens next.
Sweat t,r,i,c,k,l,e,s down your forehead
as the frozen room suddenly sets on fire.
Take one last look at him
your murderer
and then close those grey eyes
so at least you'll preserve their
i n n o c e n c e
a bit longer, just a bit.
You feel his wand prod your arm
you hold your breath.
x x x x x x x x x x x x
SCREAMS of encouragement jump from
the mouths of the crowd
and you can't make out any words
everything's just a b*u*z*z.
Your eyes are d – a – r – t – i – n – g
from face to face
but you can't recognize a single one
you can't find the one person you want
(you need.)
The executioner t i g htens the noose
then comes to look at you
lifting your chin with an index finger.
Your eyes drop
your lip begins to quiver
and more tears escape
(weakness, you're so weak.)
He pulls back his hand
and then sends it swiftly back toward you
making contact with your cheek
"Stop acting like a child."
You wince as the burning
s p r e a d s.
Shouts of fear
shouts telling them all that you're just a
child
want to leave your mouth
but you swallow them
because this, this is the
time and place
to be silent.
He brings the cloth bag
and lowers it over your head.
Your world is in total blackness
and your legs begin to s/w/a/y
you hold your breath.
x x x x x x x x x x x x
Flames
l i c k burns up and down your skin
as you scream and thrash.
Your eyes clench shut
and pleas for
someone anyone
to save you from this
h o r r o r
race from your mouth.
It continues for what seems
like entirety and a day.
A never-ending life of pain
is your sentence
and within these few seconds
it feels as if you've served your term
but you know better
you know it's just a taste
of what's to come
because you've sold your soul to
the devil
and that comes with a h^i^g^h price to pay.
When the pain ceases
you fall back in your chair
and blackness ((envelopes)) your world.
Your death is only the
b e g i n n i n g.
x x x x x x x x x x x x
Each step of the executioner
rings out loudly
over the crowd.
You can hear him stop and reach for the lever.
Palms clamy
tears f l o w i n g freely from your hidden face
memories of grey flashing before you
grey
grey
grey
grey
over&over&over.
The platform shakes
and the floor that had been keeping you alive
keeping you from your doom
swings under your feet
and simply as that
you
f
a
l
l
('cause only angels have wings
and you're no angel.)
A snap sings around the world
but you're still there
it's not over yet.
Swinging and swaying
back and forth
forth and back
just waiting for it to all to stop.
But it's not going to stop
not now
not ever
because, my dear snake,
your death is only the
b e g i n n i n g
Okay, I had a clear idea in mind when I wrote this, but I don't know if everyone will see it... I don't want to explain it too much because I want to know how everyone else interpreted it. Ummm, both sides of the poem are in Regulus' pov. This is about him being Marked(which in one of my other fics he referred to as the event in which he truly died, though not literally.) Ermm, I don't really want to say too much more...
I would really love to hear how all of you interpreted it so, ahh, please leave it in a review?
SO FUCK YEAH THIS IS MY 100TH STORY! *cue fireworks and hardxcore dancing* Naturally, my 100th fic is about my favorite character!
Thanks mew for betaing this and all of my other stories! I wouldn't reached 100 without you!
:D