Ah, yeah, it could probably be seen as slash if you want it to, but then, it could just be talking about friendship. And, it could probably go for any two people, but I'm choosing for it to be centered around two Harry Potter characters.
I'm not even sure what it means or is talking about… Just know that I wrote it for Founderschild1.
Disclaimer: I really don't need to post a disclaimer here because none of the stuff in here is related to Harry Potter directly.
Happily Ever After In Hell
The prince and the pauper
To live happily forever hereafter, day after day
In harmony and peace to forever watch the curled
Fist of the world around those who live in bronze and gape
The prince and the pauper, living in said copper
Happily, you say?
There's no such thing as happy in a world
Where men and women fornicate and kill and rape
But maybe there may be such a travesty
On the day that heaven falls and hell rides a tidal wave
Back to the surface where it feels it belongs
In the world that is as much hell as is the outcome
And maybe someday there may be such harvesting
And people may realize that there is something better, something more, to save
Themselves when things turn themselves around for the chaos of the wrongs
In the world that is as much hell as the outcome of the street bum
In the midst of the nightmare and hellish scream
Love blossoms between a prince and a pauper and breaks through the gloom
In desperation to stay together they must first fix this hell
The two men fight and love and still regale in their tales of their past
Red and crimson bloom fighting against the dreams
Love blossoms between a prince and a pauper, breaking through the gloom someday soon
Running crazy the vapid disaster around them they collide with a yell
One hoping for a better life to live and another hoping for his to end fast
For the love and hate of humanity and each other they live
Perfectly opposite in their dispositions they may seem
And on and on and on the world dies, the hopeless hell
But it seems the light and dark are exempt from the changes of the horror
The sky crumbles and falls underneath the weight it's forced to relive
And in the midst of the chaotic outcry the two men stand out in a gleam
And on and on and on the world dies, the hopeless hell and mocking bell
For the prince and the pauper to live on in nonexistent memories of the explorer
Okay, so this was supposed to be a relatively happy poem… but my cynicism ruined it. Sorry.
Anyway, please review so I can see how good my poetry really is. Yeah.
-Fear of Apathy