Author’s Note: Ok officially, tomorrow afternoon will be finishing all chapter fics…well the actual chapter I’m on.
Not the actual end of the series. You know what I’m talking about. So, people who want me to finish something
first, just put it in the review and the winner will be the one I do first. Plus New Faces, Old Problems will be done
by Wednesday for my beta reader, so expect in about a week.

But for now, no slash, but the only poem I’m ever going to post, because I absolutely suck at the whole poetry
concept. I prefer writing stories, but occasionally we are made to write a stupid poem for school, so I tried my
skills out. Needless to say, the rhyming one went down the pan and the not rhyming will be going the same way.
I’ll put you up the non-rhyming one because I think its better.

It’s about Draco and what he thinks of his existence now that a love has died. (You can put anyone you like as
the lover, even a boy if you want, although my preference is Ginny.)

Quite a bit of angst and basic darkness in this…but no mushiness!

The poem…

The Dark Embrace

by Inspiring Author
 
 
 

The morning sun peeks through the blinds, as I lay here on my own,

Just staring at the ceiling…alone.

I’m contemplating life to its simplest form

Down to a drop of dew or a spider’s web.
 
 

I’ve grown weary of my own life, so meaningless in the scale of things.

Such thoughts running through my head must mean I’m…alone.

Everyone makes a point of telling me my life is beautiful, that I’m surrounded by love

But all I see is the emptiness of an ongoing process of agony.
 
 

I used to think myself higher than everyone else…someone with strength and power.

But now my snobbishness and my looking down means I’m…alone.

I believed myself to be part of the bigger picture, worth something more than I was,

And now I’m faced with the nothingness my life is.
 
 

And as morning graces my presence, warm and inviting, a signal of new beginnings,

I get up from my fanatical dream of being…together!

Together with the person I once loved and still do,

Now lying slain in the bottom of an unmarked grave.
 
 

Their blood is on my hands and I cannot wash it off,

Staining me, permanently cursing me to live…alone.

Alone in the pit of my own making, a pit of my own solitude.

I created this pit, no one but me.
 
 

Yes, I alone.

Alone with my accursed dark embrace.
 
 
 

Author’s Note: Ok I have issues! And by the look of things, so does Draco. This could be about any of the villains
of the Harry Potter series. It will fit basically all of them, even smelly old Pettigrew. Make your own decisions, but
I did have this in mind for a future self of Draco. Anyway I’m off to do my horrible homework. Thanks for putting
up with me this long.

I.A.