Author's Note: Each of my chapters, while only about 100 words long, is meticulously composed, consuming quite literally several hours of perusal through dictionaries and thesauruses. Accordingly with the very nature of poetry, my word choices are very precise; and especially due to the amount of time and work that goes into my writing (however poor it may end up being), I only ask two favors from you, the reader: 1.) Please, by all means, look up any interesting words you see, because they provide either important connotations of events or my characterization of the characters, and if I've succeeded as a poet, their precise definitions should make my poems more enjoyable. 2.) I have spent hours writing my best for you; please take thirty seconds to leave me a review; whether it be short, long, positive, constructive, or even just vicious and negative. Feedback is HIGHLY appreciated.
Disclaimer: Tom Marvolo Riddle and Hermione Jane Granger are not my creations; but this ephemeral, passionate, time-defying romance between them is a creation of my meandering thoughts and vicarious dreams.
The Serpent
furtively through the corridor steals;
his cloak rustling even as another settles upon unopened tomes.
Breaking, from their inviolate confines
his painstaking impasse.
And for a greedy moment,
from his stoic countenance
his parched eyes ravish their spines.
Making his choice, he draws
with slender, powerful fingers
one from the top.
And as dust spills from its vacated throne,
he coaxes it open;
charms,
with a sinister smile
its virgin pages to forgo their secrets.
A start.
The corridor mutters muffled curses.
He sheaths the book;
lithely conjures a scrap of parchment,
a snake emblazoned on its face.
And slithering mutely into the dark,
tucks it in to mark his place.