Hey it's Damusen. Thanx to the positive remarks about my last poem, I've decided to make this into a group of poems and see what happens. Thankyou soooooo much to my reviewers! Ok, this poem is written from Remus' point of view about Lily and James, and Remus (because of his werewolf blood) can sometimes see flashes of what will come. The boy is Harry.
Disclaimer : I don't own it.
The Stag And His Flower
They have got something so special so right,
And as close as he is now he's in only her sight.
Brown eyes now fading to emerald green,
And yet there's foreboding over things that I've seen.
I see a world full of torture insane,
And a boy slowly falling through tormenting pain.
Green eyes so watchful and raven black hair,
Harsh is his world born of this perfected pair.
But nothing will stop them from falling above,
They see not the pain that will bloom from their love.
And yet they will love him that boy born to be,
Loved by, hated, and curse born is he.
I see him lean closer and touch soft her hair,
I see that there's nothing that can bring them a care,
I see darkness swallow the boy from my mind,
And hear the stag whisper the words that love can hard find.
"Nothing in this world could outshine your grace,
Beauty unmatchable and not just your face.
My heart is yours now and my love's your own,
Wherever you are is the place I call home."
Kinda short, but I like it. KK, bye people! Damusen xxx