AN - I wrote this 5 minutes ago, which means it's crappy. I felt bad for not writing anything for such a long time. I'm usually the type to read over what I write, add to it and until I am completely satisfied with the result, then I would post it. I don't reallylike it, chances are I'll take it down and revise it before putting it up again. But hey, I'm gonna go all out and post what I just wrote. To clear up some things, the "he" is Draco. The girl is Ginny. Enjoy.
It Was
Another head hangs lowly,
Child is slowly taken.
And the violence caused such silence,
Who are we mistaken?
"Zombie" - Cranberries
It was the girl. Red haired, fiery mannerisms, and the world's most fragile work of art. It was why he stopped. It was what he felt for her.
It was the winter he enjoyed. The bitter chills that sent goose bumps up one's arm. Such power and beauty. To feel the lumps and know the commanding power they had. It was when he wanted power.
It was the night. That he loved. He loved the thrill of when everything around him would turn dark. It was where he could be at rest, and enjoy the dark's cold wind. It was where he decided he was better than us all.
It was God he hated. The sense of a spirit watching his every move. Criticizing his ideas and blaming him for bad judgment. It was why he felt fear.
It was his denial. That he couldn't control. His insecurity. It was his way of giving up. It was how he lost.
AN – Well, there it was. Yeah, I know, short. (And stupid) Heh. Please review and leave comments on what I could change or keep. Oh, and if you didn't notice this was based on a What, When, Where, Why, How sort of thing.