Sometimes I felt nothing but pain
Anguish or agony
Or tears like rain
Other times I felt cold, like a winter's night
The mist I breathed
Throughout the fight
At times I felt tired and just waited there
For the pale hand of death
To take his share
Pale meant cold, and cold meant dead
But my arm felt warm
As I bled
I never thought this was to be
I thought I fulfilled my destiny
And that the ice cage of apathy
Had destroyed whatever was left of me
Now I feel the sun's warm light
And the peace and serenity of moonlight
The only tears I cry at night
Are ones that are of pure delight
Warmth seeps through from the cackling flame
Bugging me to play their game
But when I feel fingers through my chaotic mane
It puts the fire's warmth to shame
And pale was no longer the dreadful void
It was the now name of Draco Malfoy
The last person possible to bring me joy
Well, my heart now belongs to that boy
I need him as much as I need oxygen
I will love you forever, my silvery dragon
A/N: First and probably last poem; yeah because now we've seen how 'great' I am
Sorry Xiahou Ayumi, no eye descriptions