Disclaimer: I own the poem, but if it in anyway bends into the HP universe, then JK Rowling can own it...
I was reading this poem, and thought of Draco Malfoy for some reason; stuck in an evil family with the Malfoy name to hold up.
Thanks to: Arwen-Evenstar-Elf, sarcastic spastic, gryfinndorseeker452 for revewing.
Standing Alone…
Trust is not there,
Happiness is gone, loyalty hidden
The pounding of a heart is heard.
The wind hurls and thrushes about
Whipping my hair about
I, me
Trapped a twelve foot pit
Unable to dig or climb
Hope is diminished
No one can hear for miles around
No one to listen comfort of talk
The echo of my shouts
The bitterness of the cold
Drowning where no water lay.
I, me
Trapped a twelve foot pit
Me, standing alone
No way to free myself
To look up to see the sky
Grey stricken clouds and thunderous noise
My only companions
Till I die
Shadows of forgotten trees
Lurk above and over my doom.
Cant go up must go down
Hear,
The distant sound of a church bell
Sounding
Ding. dong. ding. dong
With only me to hear
Shadows darken
Noise increases
The wind storms about
Darkness falls
Frightened
Me, alone
I, me
Standing alone
Eternity gone.
I seem to remeber this was the first poem i ever wrote on my computer when i first got it last christmas. Hope you liked
magic-and-love