Well this is actually a repost....so please read and review any way. This peom takes place at the Dursleys /mutter mutter/.
Any way like many of my peoms this is actualy based on a story of mine. Only by reviewing this and telling me
what can be done to inprove it and future stories will the story that goes with it pop up on ff.net. So here it is......
Title. Thirteen Years
Author. Ferality Red
Rateing. PG for the words hell and general weirdness.
Warning. ..........can't think of any.......
I think of him
and how much he means to me,
before I saw him 14 years ago,
in that little crib.
He was James's son.
Then I held him,
and he became mine too.
I lost my best friend and our son,
to spend twelve years in hell.
But I will never forget how he smelled.
Of baby powder and blood.
As an animal I can smell thing others can't.
That thing that makes you what you are.
Your magic, your life scent.
Far more then physical.
And once again I hold him.
But he's all grown up.
Swathed in clothes to big and a lingering nightmare.
I'm not suppose to be here
We both know it.
But how do I leave him to a demon
in his head.
To a madness that consumes all.
And a wish of simple love
I hold him tightly to my chest,
he clings just as desperately
and as I press my face into his hair
I smell it.
Baby powder and blood
Slayed innocence
And I weep for James's son.
My godson.
My Child.
W00T!! Well I think this is my favorite peom now. So R and R and make my little author's heart happy. Oh if some one
figures out whats going on
then I'll post a chapter in thanks that some one finally made sense of some thing I did!
Any way like many of my peoms this is actualy based on a story of mine. Only by reviewing this and telling me
what can be done to inprove it and future stories will the story that goes with it pop up on ff.net. So here it is......
Title. Thirteen Years
Author. Ferality Red
Rateing. PG for the words hell and general weirdness.
Warning. ..........can't think of any.......
I think of him
and how much he means to me,
before I saw him 14 years ago,
in that little crib.
He was James's son.
Then I held him,
and he became mine too.
I lost my best friend and our son,
to spend twelve years in hell.
But I will never forget how he smelled.
Of baby powder and blood.
As an animal I can smell thing others can't.
That thing that makes you what you are.
Your magic, your life scent.
Far more then physical.
And once again I hold him.
But he's all grown up.
Swathed in clothes to big and a lingering nightmare.
I'm not suppose to be here
We both know it.
But how do I leave him to a demon
in his head.
To a madness that consumes all.
And a wish of simple love
I hold him tightly to my chest,
he clings just as desperately
and as I press my face into his hair
I smell it.
Baby powder and blood
Slayed innocence
And I weep for James's son.
My godson.
My Child.
W00T!! Well I think this is my favorite peom now. So R and R and make my little author's heart happy. Oh if some one
figures out whats going on
then I'll post a chapter in thanks that some one finally made sense of some thing I did!