This is for Nightmarelover who said I should write a series of slash poems. This is from an angsty and very jealous Ron to Harry. Not very happy. Oh well.

* Golden Boy *

Look at you there.

On your pedastal

Looking down embarrassed

Never seeing me

Not Really.

Look at you there

The golden boy

In all your light

Ruling a world by virtue of an accident

I hate your shadow

As its where I always lie.

I hate your shadow

I'm not you

Why do I try to be?

Look at you there

Gazing at the one thing you can't have

And overlooking the one person

Who wants you more than anyone else

Who dreams of your green eyes and black hair

And wishes he were made of silver and ice

So that you would love him back.

Look at you there.

The Golden Boy

Who thinks of silver light

And misses the heat of my love

And misses it turning sour

Into hate.