Disclaimer: The characters belong to JKR. The poem Blueberry World belongs to fragonknight01 who uses the name Albert Smith and is reprinted here with permission. JKR, we assume, let's us play if we don't make any money from the HP Universe. (Malfoy's Mask)
AN: Malfoy's Mask had three stories up, two of which contains poetry written by me. He removed all his stuff when I took mine down in November/December of 2007 because he felt that if I wanted my stuff gone he should honor my wishes. This is being put here because he is gone from fanfiction completely, but I felt he did a wonderful job and wanted to share it with people who missed it first time around.
Bellatrix: Explained
You all think you know Bellatrix LeStrange, don't you? You sit there in judgment on a poor deranged witch and laugh sanctimoniously at her ramblings...
I saw you people up there in the Wizengamot shaking your heads and laughing about the fact that what the crazy bitch really needed was the dementor's kiss the first time around. I was getting ready to cleanse the Wizarding World with fire and blood, but then I also saw one person sitting in the public audience section listening avidly to her ramblings. He did not so much nod in appropriate places as he rocked back and forth very gently while tears of compassion and understanding poured down his gaunt cheeks.
No one else understood what Bella was saying. No one tried to make sense of her rant. Only Harry Potter had the sense to listen and understand when she spoke of her life... And he took these things into his heart, and reflected on them, and in the end Harry understood that Bella had been given to the Wizarding World so that he would know the complete truth. And he wept for himself as much as he did her while he considered her truths and found them well spoken... Because she spoke of a Blueberry World
Smiles mean nothing when laughing's not the mood
Crying is lying when you're smiling inside.
Hearts only beat; brains feel the pain of thought.
Think you do. The pain is hard to bear alone.
Numb as a needle, or a razor blade on the wrist.
Later someone comes to help. Sweet think true.
Hearts beat wildly as minds think fast
Etching echoes form the past
Tears in your pillow and fear for a blanket
Night sees the shades drawn
Memories of things that happen from day to day
You finally realize that it is all true.
monitor lights flash a dazzling blue
broken thoughts seem locked in love
presumably by heartfelt agony sheltered in mystery
magic shaded in time and space
love is unjust: faithless as a nursery rhyme
all wounds inflicted for spite.
cruel as fire and just as hot
burning in a birdcage seems my soul.
just one thought shears the mind of life
therefore I would like to see-
the answer to one mystery.
to picture as my memorial to time.
life is lost my mind decided.
Heartfelt words deceived my mind.
All the night until the dawn.
Shimmering shadows, then they are gone.
They should have been believed.
Love is a thought better off not reached
Theme of life is like a highway
Attempt to cross, but pay the cost
Longing for love and your world is lost.
Bridge payment is not wanted.
Turn off all the lighted lamps.
You're better off blind to the night.
To see shapes and nothing behind them.
Enough of them and mental themes
Thoughts of love are wasted dreams
A search for water in the pouring rain
Blind of light and full of pain
More fog today- blue
As the Kentucky grass should be but is not
Thoughts thought out and battles fought
It is a blueberry world- paid for!
But still not bought.