This is a poem, for a challenge, on a forum that I am a member of. Harry Potter related, the main character for this poem is Scorpius Malfoy, thinking about his girlfriend, Sage, and the sacrifice he will have to make to be able to regain his memories -- his Necromantic powers, namely.
Thank you for reading, and I'd be happy if you reviewed. The format was supposed to be far better than what FFnet is letting me use. This sucks, major.
Nothing:
That which comes from
Our mind's idle thoughts.
Something:
What derives its own
Meaning from Nothing.
Everything:
By far, that which does
Not get computed accurately.
My list of important "things"
Has grown from Nothing
To that Something
That I am beginning
To crave a little more of.
Before:
That which comes from
The Nothing prior to During.
During:
What derives its own
Existence from the hands of time.
Following:
By far, that which does
No good to the mind.
Your list of important "times"
Will never change,
Only cycling through each
Period that you see
Them in, but you
Realize "Nothing" is in "Following".
Did you not know
That, eventually, you will
Be required to
Submit to Death,
My dear?
Did I not know
How often you had
Thought of me,
Wishing that I
Would return?
Without Nothing,
There is void.
With Everything,
There is eternity.
This key, that ring;
This embrace, that future;
This picture, that life;
This memory, that which is without being.
By what address
Shall I send this
Feeling to?
That is your question.
This is my answer:
You will not be able
To gain Something
From my During.
How long have I been
Just sitting here --
Wait a minute longer --
Longer, farther, deeper --
Darker?
Or is it Lighter?
My soul craves for
More than just power,
But I don't see why
I should have to remember
Those times.
Should I still forget,
Just to stay
As myself,
As I see myself?
Can I tell you
That I think this
Desire of yours
Is terribly selfish?
What do you
Care about my
Following,
When you want
It to be our
Following?