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!
