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Azkaban

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Another one has lost
In a deadly cat-mouse game.

Going insane
Is the only option.
Some stare blankly into walls,
As if seeing the secrets of stars and not understanding,
While others prefer self-mutilation,
Tearing into their own flesh.

A few
Foolish enough to still have hope
(Hope! The plauge agaist
This punishment that is their misery)
They shall not fight for long...

Some have masters
They say will save them.
The masters have forgotten,
Do they know?

Some have hiers
To look after, and protect
Royal decendants of friends
Do they know they are hated?

Jailkeepers,
Dark and forboding
Emotionless
Circle them

One fights.
He has a reason,
Though he is unsure of it now.
An animagi, not in perfect control,
He shifts in and out of his form
Of't getting caught between,
Hideous,
A monster of half dog
And half human.

Soon
Soon he knows is the time
When he will gather what strength he has left
And will leave.
Until then, he is still lost

Lost in the Hades that is Azkaban

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