AN: Hello, this is old and bad but i found it and thought i'd see whether you like it or not.
Disclaimer: Not my characters or lyrics. both belong to actual artists. J.K Rowling and Christy Moore.
Ache
No matter where I wonder, I'm still haunted by your name.
And trust me I have tried to escape you, but everywhere I turn you're there. I can't sleep because everything in my room reminds me of you. You hated this pillow; you said it purposefully left creases on your face. How can a pillow do that? I remember when you use to sit on my desk swinging you legs, singing of tune to some Irish folk song, trying to get me to stop my work and pay attention to you. I held out for 15 minutes of your screeching and ended up ravishing your mouth just to make you shut up. I wondered if that had been your plan all along? I can't even stare at the sky like I use to because all I see is you. The consolation you are named after shines so brightly this time of year, forcing me to remember what I have lost.
The portrait of your beauty stays the same.
I have seen you; you are still as beautiful as were a year ago. Your hair like spun gold and your eyes like liquid mercury. He has allowed me that small glimpse of you, I suppose it's the first good thing to come out of having this bond with the man trying to kill me, it allows me to remember the man I love. You were always beautiful in anger, in lust; even with that horrible mask over your face you still take my breath away. I HATE is so much why should He have possession of you, your mine. Always were, always will be. Even if a never get to touch you again your beauty belongs to me. I was the only one who ever got to see you when you hurt, when you cried, when you where at your most beautiful.
Standing by the ocean wond'ring where you've gone, if you'll return again.
I look over the ancient Battleground. This was the last place I saw you, you stood there, right on that spot, and screamed bloody murder at your father. You ranted and raged, pleaded and begged. You didn't want to go with them, you didn't want to join the Dark Lord, you didn't want to leave me. And yet you did, they dragged you away, you hated every moment of it, but still you went. And I hated you for it. You had lost your voice to denying them but you still gave in, in the end. I never knew where they took you or what they did to you but the next time I saw you in His vision you were changed, submissive. You were NEVER submissive, except for me and only if I was good. So now I sit looking over the place I last saw you, the you that was vibrant and sparkling, the you that fought for what you wanted, the you that I loved. And I sit and wonder if you'll ever return to that you that I adore.
Where is the ring I gave to Nancy Spain?
I saw you again last night, and I noticed it for the first time. You still wear it, how can that be? If you are as loyal to him as they say, then why would you still keep it tied around your wrist? I know why I kept mine, to remind me that I am doing this for a reason, but if you have lost your reason then why keep on wearing it? The thin piece of twine that I found on the ground one day and tied in a love knot around your wrist, you laughed at my sappiness then seemed to ignore it, until the following night when you presented me with a love knot of my own except in white and yellow gold. I complained that you had spent so much money on me when all I had down was find a piece of old string. But you said that it was to remind us of what we could be, to keep us real. I never quite understood what you meant by that, but I let it be. Does this mean that we still have a chance? Does this mean that we can survive? I don't know, but I'm going to keep my wishes.
Bold - Lyrics.