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Innocent
A/N: This poem is about Sirius and Azkaban!
Lined with the cold grey stones from the cliff
Is a small room, cold and damp with moss
There is no window
Only the bars of the doors
Welded with dark iron and steel
This is the place were the evil and guilty go
Never to come out again
The monsters there will
Take their happiness
The memories of sanity
Will be ripped from the soul
There are shrieks and yells
Cries of those
Trying to hold onto that last happy memory
Of a wife, a child
A life once loved.
But, in one cell
A 5 times 9 cell, the smallest in the dungeon
Two hooded figures guarding the fortress
Torment the man inside.
Huddled in a corner,
His tattered robes scratching his skin
Long black hair knotted together
A hated beard upon his face
He shivers, a soft mortified cry coming from his throat
As the guards try to take the last of his happiness
He shifts, changes
Slowly the dog appears,
The pain is lesser now,
He can breathe and think
The dementors shift
Floating into the room
They suck in the air around them viciously
Trying to find the soul
Of their prisoner
The dog whines and crawls out of the cell
Thin enough to squeeze through the bars
The black dog, jumps past prisoners
Easily making it past the defences of Azkaban,
These guards no not of an animal
He plunges into the ocean and swims
With a heart felt energy
He swims,
Swims in an unknown direction
Just thinking
'Innocent, innocent, innocent'