Rhythm for Real
A Collection of poetry, songs and pieces inspired by Harry Potter
NOTES: None of the characters here belong to me. They are the property of JK Rowling. I only claim the rhyme, rhythm and enjoyment from both.
Intro: Slytherin Pride
Thrust me into the light,
left me stranded all alone;
fallen out from freedom
and the loyalty they stole.
Pale faces adorn my sky,
their eyes swimming with hate;
corner me with stakes and staves,
their tongues athirst in its condemned red.
The sounds my only guidance,
their madness still unchecked,
singled out by their leaking vices
bound in iron over my hands.
My breath: my only companion:
here I fall to my knees;
here I receive no more memory,
even as these eyes begin to bleed.
And I burn in this hateful pride
over the graves of my desire;
in despise they take me.
On my hands the marks they burn
and they gouge me as I yearn
for the rage in my only peace.
The darkness strangles my eyes
as the serpents encircle my arms;
my malice its venom spilling,
and its eyes boil in my bonds.
My shrieks it longs to compose me,
colours pride to my shame
and silver to green it wounds me,
and swims polluted in my veins.
No more longing left in retribution
hungry in its control;
for the serpents my soul possesses
I only must atone.
Lost sight of my irony;
hellish bent in my pride,
and left me in the sun to proclaim
the measure to which I died.
And then let those with the right
walk away in the clouds,
give me something to seek,
but, still, you're too proud.
(2003)
NOTES: There was a point in time when I liked Slytherin characters, and fortunate in that short phase I managed to cough this little poem out. And in it I poured all the self-loathing and disgust of my first year in junior college, all the perplexing conflict any unwilling Slytherin like me might feel.
I have better poems to use as an intro. But I'd thought I'd first put out the most clichéd and hopeless of my poems first to remind myself, and everyone out there, to please don't fall into mould of the dark dumb angst of teenage life. It ruins my poetry a lot. So don't judge me on this, keep reading and tell me what the others are like.
