Sparrow
The echoing voices whisper through the trees,
The sun shines down on the world around me.
My true love on the dewey grass,
Wind-blown hair strewn about her elfin face.
The scene before me,
Seen through the window.
It enthralls me.
Yet- there's a sparrow on the windowsill.
Her smile, golden.
Her laughter, priceless.
But, the sparrow, dims it all.
The sparrow's dead.
Blood stains torn feathers.
That sparrow on the windowsill.
Our life together- like a dream.
Almost perfect, it seems.
The happy days,
But through it all,
Something holds it back.
A sole memory holds us back I think...
A sparrow on the windowsill.
The sparrow seems to symbolize me.
A feeling waiting to break out.
Anything might set it loose.
And something does.
Anguish, darkness, in my soul-
Terror, hate consume me.
A hideous monster I've become...
She told me she doesn't love me.
My spirit screams in agony, my heart is torn apart.
I throw my physical self at her.
She dies, as I just did inside.
My spirit, my soul, hides in the corner.
I enter dark. I find a master.
One happy to have my ravaged past.
He uses my power for his own dark purpose.
I gain a wife. I have a son.
I gain money and power for my master's plans.
Yet, my mind is not his tool.
It no longer resides in my body.
My mind locks up. No one has the key.
Only I can release myself.
But I won't, I think I can't, you see.
Because there's a sparrow on the windowsill.
A sparrow on the windowsill.
-Written by Lucius Malfoy
AN: This might seem torn apart, disconnected, but I don't know. I almost felt like someone other than myself was writing this, just using my hands.
The echoing voices whisper through the trees,
The sun shines down on the world around me.
My true love on the dewey grass,
Wind-blown hair strewn about her elfin face.
The scene before me,
Seen through the window.
It enthralls me.
Yet- there's a sparrow on the windowsill.
Her smile, golden.
Her laughter, priceless.
But, the sparrow, dims it all.
The sparrow's dead.
Blood stains torn feathers.
That sparrow on the windowsill.
Our life together- like a dream.
Almost perfect, it seems.
The happy days,
But through it all,
Something holds it back.
A sole memory holds us back I think...
A sparrow on the windowsill.
The sparrow seems to symbolize me.
A feeling waiting to break out.
Anything might set it loose.
And something does.
Anguish, darkness, in my soul-
Terror, hate consume me.
A hideous monster I've become...
She told me she doesn't love me.
My spirit screams in agony, my heart is torn apart.
I throw my physical self at her.
She dies, as I just did inside.
My spirit, my soul, hides in the corner.
I enter dark. I find a master.
One happy to have my ravaged past.
He uses my power for his own dark purpose.
I gain a wife. I have a son.
I gain money and power for my master's plans.
Yet, my mind is not his tool.
It no longer resides in my body.
My mind locks up. No one has the key.
Only I can release myself.
But I won't, I think I can't, you see.
Because there's a sparrow on the windowsill.
A sparrow on the windowsill.
-Written by Lucius Malfoy
AN: This might seem torn apart, disconnected, but I don't know. I almost felt like someone other than myself was writing this, just using my hands.