OK - I think I was feeling emotional at the time or something... and the poem doesn't make sense in a story sort of format. It's basically Draco's feelings, and how he feels closed off. Why am I suddenly doing all these fics based around DRaco? I don't know? I don't even like him that much. But he's the most interesting character. And I also blame SOMETHING OF NOTHING WEAR RADISH EARRINGS. Lol. Anyway I hope it makes some sense. And no, to my deepmost regret, I don't own Hp. sob
Draco leaned against the sink, tears poring from his eyes.
What a shame…
This mark will shame you
The light will blame you
It's a dangerous game…
What a shame…
Draco scrubbed at his arm, feeling the black skull sink into his flesh again…
What a shame
You've a lord a master,
To follow after,
To be free of laughter,
What a shame…
Pain swallowed him as he thought of all the things he was missing…
What a shame…
Begin your betrayal
Turn back on your tale
Help the Dark lord set sail
What a shame
He couldn't handle it - Dumbledore was a good man.. He could help…
Sing a song of tragedy
Sing a song of hate
Sing a song of no looking back
What a shame.
Voldermort, how could he escape?
What a shame.
The looking glass has broken
Every word you've ever spoken
Voldermort is long awoken
What a shame.
He wasn't a murderer…
What a shame.
Your down a one way street,
No-one s there now to greet
The escape? Right at your feet.
What a shame.
Something stirred in the mirror behind him.
What a shame.
Abandoned, unwanted still sore.
Passed by your own law,
Your alone forevermore.
What a shame.
What a shame.