Dementors

Dementors

Breath like ice

But colder

Robes blacker then night

But blacker

Life sadder than sad

Yet sadder

Unhappiness

Is their life

Their work

The times of your life

That you wish to forget

They'll make you remember

The things you forgot to remember

Come back

They send out sparks

Of unhappiness

They can't die

And they can't make you

The thing that's sad

Is what they're made of

And why.

They're made of hate

Malice

And unhappiness

That we create.

If they are our chains

Then we wrought them ourselves

Even muggles feel them

Though they can't see them

And they helped create them

Like Dr. Frankenstein

Creating the monster

So did we.

We did not know

What we were doing

Until it was to late.

Our punishment

We created

Our fears

We did make

We shun our creations

As they feed on our hate.

Disclaimer: Did you like it? I swear, I shivered while I wrote it. I just love the last part. Major Shivers! Anyway, Dementors belong to our savior J.K, as do muggles. Dr. Frankenstein belongs to whoever wrote the book "Frankenstein". Hope you enjoyed. Review it! And read all my other pieces too!