A writer of dark poetry's mind consists of many things, like the will to release one's own rage in rhyme creating a poem with the ability to send chills down the bravest of spines. Another trait needed is to be able to herd all the right words into place for the complete affect, thus taking authority over their fear and welding the reader to your will....
Dragon Heart
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A darkness within ever haunting
Keeps the sole from ever wanting
The eyes of others forever taunting
One heart breaking and painfully rotting
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One heart suppressed by darkness
One heart withheld in flame
With no will but destruction
The driving hunger of a dragon's heart
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Tears poring from ones eyes
The others words are filled with lies
Empty promises, illegal ties
One heart, watch it as it dies
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One heart suppressed by darkness
One heart withheld in flame
With no will but destruction
The driving fear of a dragon's heart
....Never-fear-death
The ally was plagued with shadow and slime. The aroma of decay perfumed the air within it. A pile of ripped open garbage bags sat leaning against a large green wastebin to one side of the ally. It was a sad sight in Harry's opinion. Harry was used to stalking around allies but the ones he usually passed, even the ones in southern Surry, where Harry had taken the class with the aid of the Memorex potion, were inhabitable if the need should rise.
The echos of footsteps could be heard from down the ally where Harry had entered. He turned and glanced back behind him, he could make out the distant silhouette of a girl running towards him. Harry stepped back and leaned against the wall, arms crossed and head bowed. He would just wait until she ran past, and if fortune favored Harry, she would run by and just dismiss Harry's form as a shadow. Harry closed his eyes and concentrated on the sound of the girl's high-healed shoes pounding nearer and nearer. As Harry had hoped, the foot steps past him, but suddenly stopped a few meters away. Harry opened his eyes and glimpsed past his bangs. He saw the girl had froze in her tracks, and he immediately recognized her as one of the girls who were with the guy he kick the shit out of a few minutes ago.
She turned slowly to face Harry who hadn't moved.
"You! I was looking for you!" she said in a forced brave sort of voice. Harry continued to stare unblinkingly out from behind his bangs, unmoving.
"Can you understand a word I saying?" She asked, but it was obvious that she was extremely unnerved now.
"Well, im not fucking deaf now am I?" Harry's emotionless voice broke her unease somewhat. "Now what the fuck do you want?"
"What you did to my boy friend was just plain mean!" she yelled coming a little closer to Harry.
"Yeah? There's a pay-phone just down the street, call someone who cares. Now will you go way?"
She screeched indignantly, forgetting her fear in her rage.
"Will you stop screaming? You sound like a fucking female dog in heat!"
"Your disgusting! You sick bastard!"
"Just doin' my job." Harry said with a fake at-your-service type bow.
"Who the hell are you anyway?" she demanded.
"Well that depends, for you, Im just your local goth I suppose. Now if you'll kindly get the fuck out of my face and go away, so I can go punk some food off some one it would be very much appreciated." Harry said with feigned pleasantness. When she continued to stare challengingly up at Harry, he said, "Maybe its you who doesn't understand English, cause Im warning you girly don't mess with me." Harry said dropping his friendly mask and advancing towards her.
"I-I...I only came down here to find you because we need help. The rest of the guys ran after you hurt my boyfriend, and me and my other two friends need help getting him to a hospital." She said quietly backing away against the other wall of the ally. Harry didn't stop but grabbed her arm causing her to scream, he pulled her with him out of the ally and out onto the street. Harry dragged her up the street, he turned down another one and stopped at a phone booth, he opened the door and shoved her roughly into it. She tried to push past him but he blocked the way out. He grabbed the phone from the hook and thrust it into her hands. He then took a coin from his pocket and stuck it into the machine. He dialed 911 then left her in a shocked daze.
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Harry was still chuckling to himself about his little stunt ten minutes latter when her came across the perfect place for some food. He was down town, however it was much deferent from the store packed blocks of Surry's down town, this place was classy and clean. The place he managed to find was a small bar on a dark street corner. Harry suspected it would be pretty dead as it was about four in the morning, only bums and drunks left. Good enough.
Harry pulled open the door and stepped inside. It was small and cozy. A cloud of cigarette smoke clung to the ceiling, and over in the far corner of the room there was a band playing. They seamed to be dead on their feet and had no enthusiasm at all. The leading vocal sang in a dull resigned sort of voice and the drummer was halfheartedly beating the drums to the slow boring rhythm. The bass man was sitting against the wall playing quietly, the other guitarist was also sitting but it appeared to Harry that he had fallen asleep. Harry rolled his eyes as he approached the bar. He sat down on a stool one the other side of the counter from a man who was talking rapidly in a drunken slur. Before Harry could examine the room further a tall old bartender came out from a door from behind bar, when he spotted Harry he came swiftly over.
He stare at Harry for a moment then asked, "ID?"
Harry quickly moved his hand to his pocket, conjuring a id card into it then pulling it out and handing it to the bartender. Who checked the age, it said 21, and then handed it back to Harry looking much more friendly now.
"Just doin' my job you know, gotta check with all you young people, if I didn't know better, I'd say you weren't a day over sixteen."
"Ah well, you know." Harry said a bit awkwardly being just that, he was only sixteen.
"So what can I do for you?" The man asked looking closely at him.
"Well," Harry looked up at the menu written in fancy letters on a chalkboard. "A Poutein(sp) and a vodka?"
"Give me five minuets." He said and disappeared in the back room.
Harry looked over at the band playing, they sounded awful. Now only the vocal and drummer were even remotely doing anything, suddenly a girl came out from the back room. She had long black hair and wore a pair of black jeans and black t-shirt, she had both eye brow and lip pierced.
She hopped the counter and stalked up to the band.
"If your not going to play a goddamn thing then go home and you can forget about your pay, you sound like shit!"
"Its not our fault, Dave (he pointed to the guitarist sleeping against the wall) just had a bad bout with his girlfriend and all and it reflects on the resta' the band when we're playing. As he's are usual singer and lead guitar dude." the guy who had been formally singing confirmed gloomily.
"Then get a new goddamn lead! Or get out!"
"Excuse me but I know how to play the guitar and I do a little vocal in an old band now and then." Harry said coming up behind the girl.
She turned to him, "you think you can liven these jackass's up a bit?" She said.
"Yeah, but I'll need a couple glasses of water if you know what I mean."
"Be right back." she said grinning and hurried from the room again. (AN: I'll make this quick, Harry's about to play a song, obviously, but if you have sound on your computer then go to my bio and click of my homepage at the top, Its my fav bands site. There is a song on it (go to video footage along the side) the song is called Pitiful, just watch the music video or listen to the audio version provided.) The bands called Blindside. Oh and be sure to watch the intro, awesome fucking song! (Kyle, download Pitiful by Blindside immediately!)
the girl came back into the room carrying three glasses of water. She stepped past Harry and dumped the them one a time over the bands heads.
"Hey! That's cold!" "Watch it, don't get my bass wet!" "Whoa!"
"I'd say there awake enough," she said tp Harry then she turned back to the band, "Ok I found you a replacement, now play worthy of the money Im paying you!"
Harry and the band took a few minutes to get acquainted before taking a few more minutes to talk about the song. They seemed to come to an agreement about something, then Harry took off his long leather jacket (careful not to hurt or startle the little dragon in his pocket) and borrowed the sleeping guitarist's guitar with out the dude even waking up. He then took a plain black guitar pick from his jeans pocket.
The old man came out from the room behind the counter, "Now this I have to see." he said coming over to, who Harry presumed, was his daughter.
Harry slung the strap of the electric guitar over his shoulder and checked the tuning before playing with it for a moment to get into the mood. He then stepped up to the microphone, "This song is called 'Pitiful'" then the drummer shouted 1,2, 1,2,3,4!"
Harry and the drummer struck up then the other guitar and the bass as it slowed ever so slightly.
Harry began to sing softly but aggressively at the same time.
As
I recall when my stomach turned
and I was hiding away from myself
away from you
like nothing but something was terribly wrong
and I admit that I was only waiting for the right time (night
time)
right moment for you to look away
though you never did
I pretended for a while
so I could walk where I don't belong
(Harry now screamed into the mike.) I remember every word
you said
come back in time come back
and I remember I would
soon be dead
pitiful so pitiful
(Back
to a soft verse) but I know as they hammered those nails
into
your beautiful hands
your eyes they tried to search for mine
but
I look away
now your eyes are the only thing that can save me
I'm still afraid of them piercin' you break into my prison
just
pretended for a while
my soul is dying, I won't look away
(He
was screaming once again) I remember every word you said
come back
in time come back
and I remember I would soon be dead
pitiful
so pitiful
pitiful
pitiful
pitiful
pitiful
so
pitiful
and I remember every word you said
but this time I
won't look away
and I remember every word you said
and this
time I won't look away
and I remember every word you said
come
back in time come back
and I remember I would soon be dead
pitiful so pitiful
and I remember every word you said
(pitiful)
come back in time come back (pitiful)
and I
remember I would soon be dead (pitiful)
pitiful so pitiful
The song ended with him screaming, he panted and bowed to the bartender and his daughter who clapped approvingly. Harry and the band continued to jam the rest of the night until the bar closed up at which point the bartender had asked where Harry was staying as he guessed Harry wasn't from around here as he had never seen Harry before, when Harry said nowhere he offered Harry if would stay with them in a spare room. Harry accepted the offer, as he didn't want to back to the cathedral just yet because those punk ass retards might still be hanging around there.
A/N: So was that at all interesting? By the way do any of you read those things at the top? With the wacked out narrator dude and the poems? Cause that is part of the story.
Anyway, if you didn't like the music part I'll make it up to you in the next chapter. And there will be more parts with the dragon, I kinda forgot about it this time around. And this is the only chapter where Harry sings, unless you all approve of a little music to darken the mood in latter chapters. Hehe!
Lady Urquentha: Sweet! You rock!
Snuffles-dog25: He had to get out of London for the moment as Dumbledor's people will be looking for him. Glad you liked the last chapter better, and I hope you like this one too!
Maryna: Sorry about the vagueness of the dragon in the last chapter and this one too, but it's going to play a bigger role in the next chapter so you'll get a description then. D
Acerbrus: Wow thanx! It's a deal, you update your story and I'll update mine! See ya!
Laryx: Bonjour! Yes I know just a bit of french, just stuff Iv picked up from school and when ever Im around my dad's side of the family (and there are a tone of relatives over on that side) and they all speak french, not only that but each and every one of them like to talk, so in order to survive an encounter with one of them I have to be able to know what there saying, or else they start to panic thinking something's wrong with me, there quite crazy actually. Hehe. Merci de passer en revue, Au revoir!
SnakeTalker: !o! Thanx!
Kyle: No sugar for you either young man! Hehe, so what did you think of 'Pitiful'? Did you check out my homepage yet? Anyway Blindside is my fav band for the moment (told you I tend to have a new fav by the end of every week!) Hope you like the song! (Iv listened to it none stop for five days now) See ya!
Wow: Thanks, you rock!
Treck: You know, that's not a half bad idea, I like it. So Harry's dragon is going to have fun with ickle draco ah? I'll make it a 'dinner show' in the great hall. Muhhaahaa! Hehe!
Talons: LOL! You poor thing, should I have told the dude to fuck his grandfather instead? Or did the image just get worse? Hehe! You rock!
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