Hi, I
dedicate this to Orion Black…I wrote this for her. This was written by Sirius
Black as he sits in Azkaban…I'm kinda proud of it…enjoy…
AZKABAN…
It's dark in here.
The darkness of death
lingers over this place.
We all know we're going to die in here…
Even the innocent.
If we don't receive the
Kiss,
We die of Malnutrition,
Of Madness,
Of Fear,
Of the loss of light.
It's cold in here.
The coldness of fear
permeates the walls.
We're all afraid in
here…
Even the hardened.
Were Afraid of the
Dementors,
We're Afraid of Death,
Of Darkness,
Of Madness,
Of loss of warmth.
It's damp in here.
The wet slime of hate
seeps through the corridors.
We all hate in here…
Even the Loved.
We Hate the Dementors,
We hate Ourselves,
The Darkness,
The Madness,
The constant damp.
It's silent in here
The silence smothers us
all like a blanket.
We're all silent in
here…
Even the Still-young.
The Kiss is a silent
death,
Even the scream of
madness is dead,
As Darkness,
As Coldness,
As unbroken silence.
It's empty in here.
The emptiness is what
makes us go mad.
We're all empty in here…
Even the guilt-ridden.
Sucked dry of our souls
by the Dementors,
Empty of love, and instead filled,
With the dark of death,
With the cold of fear,
With the damp of hate,
With the silence of
madness,
With the emptiness…
Which is Azkaban…
Look…this is my disclaimer…Azkaban belongs to JK Rowling, as do the
Dementors (She's welcome to them) and Sirius (Damn it!!!!) the poem IS
MINE!!!!!!!!! Have a nice day.