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Meandering · 03-04-2004, 11:20 AM

Hello, my name is Peony, and I specialize in doing things others wouldn't normally do. Therfore my poetry is a characteristic mix of depression and...happiness?...more like gleeful abnormality.

I kneel before him,
my hair covers my face,
and I'm glad,
for if he could see my expression,
I would undoubtably be dead,
He aims his wand at me.
A test I must pass.
Do I really want to?
No choice.
And He-Who-Must-not-be-named aims his wand at me.
Crucio!

I lie in my bed,
tears streaming down my face,
I raise my hand,
wiping away those wet signs of weakness.
The Dark Mark burns on my arm.
And He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named aims his wand at me.
Crucio!

I'm on a bloodstained ground,
cries of fear and pain,
they ring in my ears.
The war to end all wars they say,
well, it's ending here for me.
And He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named aims his wand at me.
Avada Kedavra!

In case you couldn't guess, this poem is about Severus Snape. And, yes, it is depressing. Not all of my stuff is though, as I've told you before. So come back, I'll soon have more in store.

OH NO! I RHYMED!

03-04-2004, 11:20 AM	#1 (permalink)
Meandering stalking you... and you and you meana picasso PEE-O-NEE Mooncalf Join Date: Oct 2003 Location: Hiding from you. *ga Posts: 7,134 Hogwarts RPG Name: Morbidda Lucretia Morwenna Sabine Valencia DeValdemar LeDeaux T'Humperdink.	Hello, my name is Peony, and I specialize in doing things others wouldn't normally do. Therfore my poetry is a characteristic mix of depression and...happiness?...more like gleeful abnormality. I kneel before him, my hair covers my face, and I'm glad, for if he could see my expression, I would undoubtably be dead, He aims his wand at me. A test I must pass. Do I really want to? No choice. And He-Who-Must-not-be-named aims his wand at me. Crucio! I lie in my bed, tears streaming down my face, I raise my hand, wiping away those wet signs of weakness. The Dark Mark burns on my arm. And He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named aims his wand at me. Crucio! I'm on a bloodstained ground, cries of fear and pain, they ring in my ears. The war to end all wars they say, well, it's ending here for me. And He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named aims his wand at me. Avada Kedavra! In case you couldn't guess, this poem is about Severus Snape. And, yes, it is depressing. Not all of my stuff is though, as I've told you before. So come back, I'll soon have more in store. OH NO! I RHYMED!