Disclaimer: Harry Potter belongs to J.K. Rowling not me.
A/N. I don't tend to write or read poem fics, but I decided to write this one as I haven't written any poetry for a long while and was feeling a bit rusty, and besides the colour green is awesome... It's supposed to be a poem to/about the Horcrux that was Tom Riddle's diary - you'll have to tell me in a review if it succeeds. Enjoy!
The waves that lashed your dreams were never blue –
Never the azure tint of the calm sea –
Behind your eyes they spoke a silver-green.
Salazar's colours – Tom's identity.
I wonder, now, how long you slumbered there –
How long the sleep that claimed your jagged soul –
Whether you were at any point aware
You were but part of Tom, and not the whole….
And when the ink drops came like rain,
Soaking through parchment to your silver heart,
How much of that heart longed to sleep again,
Dormant and silver-green – at rest – apart?
But, nonetheless, you woke. Salazar called.
Your shadow fed upon a young girl's fear.
For one short interlude, you tasted life –
You were not silver shade, but real and here.
Until you looked, at last, into a sea
As wide and green as that one in your dreams –
And looked again, and saw that they were eyes –
The Chosen One, by whom the Dark Lord dies!
With faint surprise, you feel the stabbing pain –
The inky blood wells up from piercèd heart –
You crumple, vanquished, back to sleep again.
No longer silver-green, but…
...scarlet-gold?
A.N. I am aware of course that the Horcrux itself would have been unaware of the Prophecy - that's why I put that line in italics, as told by the narrator, not from the point of view of the Horcrux. (I don't know if Horcruxes are supposed to have a point of view, but this one has)
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