Reprieve

by the Unrequited Lover

Remus Lupin. He has two faces, and once a month on of them must be seen. And the moon? She has many, but one of them is cruel. 'Bellatrix' means beautiful lady and that much is true, but what of her faces? The romance I always wondered about.

1. moon poem

She is eerily pale and she waits for me, and I can hear my name on her silver lips, calling.

Desperately I turn to run but it is my time, now.

I can see my breath in front of me, a weak Patronus that cannot save me, as I ask her for mercy.

Forgiveness.

Reprieve.

But she only laughs and strokes my hair and smoothes it against my cheek.

"Why do you fight it?" she asks. "You know it can't be helped.

Why must I suffer?

"You will break in the end," she smirks.

I deny her truths.

"You may deny them but you will not deny me," she says coldly.

I am pleading now- oh my ice queen, forlorn.

She rips off her veil and whispers a word:

"Submit."

I must. I have given up. These long years and that I must endure alone, unbearable!

The chill, and then the loss of mind.

I have always been so proud of my self-control.

I have always been so calm, cool, clever, careful.

I take it for granted.

Now I must pay.

I rip, I tear, I lay bloody battered on the floor and then I heal.

Different now, my ice queen?

Much different.

I look to her, malicious, ha, smug, even.

"Thank you, my lady,' I mock. "And how do these things go?

Ah yes, I remember...I submit to you, now you submit to me.

No?"

She nods. No longer an ice queen who has taken many.

And ice maiden who has never.

And I rape her, and I am proud.

Proud.

I rip her of faith and of hope and I abuse her.

I disgrace her.

I leave her bleeding and sobbing in the heavens until her spell leaves.

I weep for her. I weep for me.

Then I must leave, for self-control.

Dawn is my self-control.

Until the day when dawn is no more I dance in chains and dare not take them off.

My lady, I thank you.

I love you.

I hate you.

I pity you.

I leave you.