m i d n i g h t
(it wasn't just a nightmare, after all?)
Twilight,
and a single letter from home-
She has cut ties. -Bellatrix
a single letter, and a single sentence: four words in a messy scrawl
(on ragged parchment too – what would Father say?)
(and who knew four words could hurt so much?)
though yet you wonder -
(although her letter is very clear)
which sister you have lost
(or perhaps both?)
one to the Mudbloods, the blood-traitorous ones,
-serve her right, talking back to Mother like that-
yet the girl seems- mortifingly-
happy with her decision
and the other, perhaps, as well –
(daren't let Lucius know, quiet there)
(in a whisper) to the Dark Lord?
(no more to be said, no more whispers left)
What of you?
Are you, too, alone in the world?
No one before you, caring for you,
the white walls aren't enough for protection, for comfort,
their white lips, curved upward in eloquent letterings and smiles,
whispers of the simplest promises in moonlit nights-
(We'll stay with you forever, okay? now good night)
(Go to sleep, Cissy, we'll be here)
-shattered to pieces.
What of you?
(have you lost yourself as well?)
x
Midnight,
and a single blade,
a lonely glimmer,
(through the flickering candlelight)
failing to strike the desired blemish-
and everything as hazy the sky tonight, for clouds have filled it,
there be no starlight from now on
(and for many nights to come in shadow)
"Their smiles/ Wan as primroses gathered at midnight / By chilly-fingered Spring." -John Keats