Harry Potter Ficlet:
Category: Harry Potter
Genre: Poetry/General
Words: 346
The Potions Master
By: S.J. More
Sitting in the dark,
The shadowy corner,
Is all he ever does.
This man in the corner,
Has dark, cold, black eyes,
They usually remain emotionless,
As is nothing happened.
His hair is a black as his eyes are,
The are raven locks that appear to look greasy,
But if you take a closer look,
You might see something else!
His clothes are as black as when midnight strikes,
But he is as pale as the moonlight gets.
His lip is curled into a sneer as he sits,
Alone and watches the firelight.
You can tell he is thinking as his left temple,
Twitches every few seconds.
The fire burns bright in the dark dungeons,
As if you look carefully you will see the flame,
Flick out of the grate and disappear!
The pale man with his black styles stirs,
And leaves his to chair to another room.
Into his office is where he went,
He opens a cabinet door and takes a vial out.
He uncorks the vial and it trickles,
Down his throat.
I don't know what it was but he rubbed,
His temples so I believe, it was a headache potion.
If not that a dreamless sleep potion,
So he can rest in peace for once.
He waits for it to settle into his system,
Before he walks away!
He walks back to his chambers after putting,
The empty vial on a rack,
And closed the cabinet door!
He sits back in his chair that has,
Become cold now that he wasn't sitting there.
He turned off the fire with a flick of his wand,
And sat in the dark until he thought that,
He couldn't hold his eyes open anymore!
He trudged through the dark,
To his room hidden by the night.
He put his gray nightshirt and pants on,
And has laid down to bed.
After a while his lip uncurled as,
He was fast asleep!
The End!
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