A LIFE IN AFTERWARDS
Not supposed to be here, you dark king-
black raven and diminished honor,
you breathe but don't exist.
xxx
Make me wonder at the dungeons you own,
and the never ending hallways of your mind.
Existing after your time; a traitor.
xxx
Ash robes, dragon wings never leaving the ground,
though light sometimes makes its' way
into a corner and shows us too much.
xxx
A betrayer's heart, much too confused
for one person to understand, to cherish
and not break like shattering mirrors at night.
xxx
Long strides now broken with quick steps,
halting and hesitating, shaking straw-man
hands, feather quill scratching out a last letter.
xxx
Lank hair over hunched shoulder, a burden
invisible, yet sought to be thrown to the floor
and split asunder by passionate frenzy.
xxx
Not supposed to be here, this death mask-
damned and foretold to be taken by crows, eaten
as carrion, in the dead ones you belong.
A.N. - I wrote this a long time ago for a Creative Writing course at University, and it was inspired by Severus Snape. My teacher loved it! Finally decided to put it up and see what everyone else thought.