Awakening From Death
Author's Notes: I do not own the Hufflepuff house, nor do I own Justin. My partner in crime owns Dracaina, though she does not own the Malfoy family. We own this little universe. This poem is going to be late in the little universe.
I have been locked inside myself
For over a month.
My once thick black hair of silk
Has faded into a brittle shade of burnt ash.
My pale skin of unblemished snow and porcelain,
Has turned into an unhealthy transparency.
Like the dying roses
On the chest by my bed my life was decaying.
The roses were a gift from my first love,
A Hufflepuff, Justin Finch-Fletchely.
The petals were red as blood,
I should have known then
That the relationship would end badly.
Not with the spilling of my blood,
Nor his
Instead the spilling of another's
Dracaina Malfoy
It was her that seemed intent on destroying me
And she did
She took what I loved
Without even trying
And without even caring
After first blood
I was feared, something I was unused too.
But now for some unknown reason
My dark world of black and white
Seems to be returning to the world of color
That I love so much
I finally pull myself from my sanctuary
My bed,
Even though I have no class to attend.
I remove the dead and decaying roses,
From their immortal vase of crystal and glass,
Walk over to the open window and let them
Drift away
From me on the kind gentle wind.