This immortal war took so much from me.
My Love was ripped violently from my trembling hands
As the deaths of innocents poured from my wounds,
Washing away the feelings unworthy of the title Malfoy.
A bloodstained face,
With ever-too-trusting eyes gazing up at mine,
Gryffindor courage shining through,
And naïve love rushing up to meet me
Like it did prior to this toxic moment.
Hands reaching up,
For a chance to grab at what they longed to hold once more,
For a salvation from the pain that curled along their body,
And dispersed throughout their very soul,
But I do not see a liberator reaching back.
I do not see the person that held so much of their trust standing before them.
Instead I see a man who had to choose between a love and a life.
Tears did not mingle with wrath
That still flowed freely from my eyes
They were instead caught by a thief in the night.
One that wore a shuddering heart on his sleeve
So that when the world shredded into him,
Looking for a reprieve from their frights,
He dared not be reviled to them
Lest his greatest missing link be found
And dissected into ink on paper that ran for the presses.
In that aspect,
Our goals tangled into one,
And could be seen as a single flame burning
Brighter,
Brighter,
In the distance of a future destined to never be fulfilled.
It was a curse and a blessing to no one
And everyone at the same time
For when we met
Our bodies collided in a hurricane of wands and lips
Grey and Green
Cowardice and cowardice.
Feelings unknown to us came to the surface
And burst forth into a new light that was frightening
And searing.
Suddenly that heart on my bandit's sleeve became like a map to me,
Guiding me to the center of a world so entirely Red
That it startled me and made me weary of a tongue suddenly too sharp
And too tainted for the delicate fruit that it longed to taste.
If it were cut,
Would it bleed for the innocent childen,
The personal gainers,
Or the impish damned?
Would the foul words that flowed from my shriveled heart
Crush the faeries that danced around his eyes,
Lighting him with such life
That, before, I had not thought possible.
Bowed before me,
I saw the cracks in his head,
His heart,
His hands.
They chipped and crumbled as he shivered in my presence,
Fighting to give his reigns over to me
To allow me to pull his strings and paint his face
How I saw fit.
I was the puppet master and he was nothing but my toy,
Dutifully awaiting my command.
I breathed in his essence
And spat back out lies that coated the ground around him,
Covering the gleeful madness in his falling eyes,
He always had a taste for the wickedness that laid within my fingertips.
Poison against fight,
Scales against fur,
Teeth against skin,
With him it was never fair
But always enthralling.
Pushing to the edge of a black abyss and snapping back to sanity wasn't dangerous,
It was a high that we both became addicted to
And itched for whenever away for too long.
Blunted fingernails clawed at frosty skin as a wicked tongue cut blissfully deep,
Releasing the tears of the damned children that were fighting with selfish imps,
And as he arched with screaming peace,
I laid my claim to a man that had a twistedly gorgeous insanity stirring inside a scarred body.
My mind could not comprehend his existence,
So corrupt
Yet so pure,
And soon enough I found that a chunk of my soul had been bitten away,
Until a smirk sized portion was consumed by the same beautiful madness that rested within him.
We were marked by our own desires and addictions,
Condemned to life as prisoners to something that neither of us had ever known,
Yet found within each other's own crooked sneers,
And piercing words.
It seemed fitting that the death of us would be one another.
I struck him down with a curling smile,
While he wrenched me down into the pit of eternal slumber,
Filled with scorching touches,
Fiery eyes,
And the shrieking lunacy that was,
And always will be,
The tears that he stole from deep within the night,
And the bitter taste of his regret that coated my tainted lips.
I fell into a madness that could only be described as The Boy Who Lived,
And it is my hope that I will be consumed by him,
Spiraling into oblivion with only ever-too-trusting eyes gazing up at mine,
Gryffindor courage shining through,
And naïve love rushing up to meet me,
Like it did prior to this final, ending moment.