Fashioned Rhymes

Morbid Fascination

Story Summary:
Harry's lifeline without an ending, the way Ron used to be, a brief Draco/Hermione romance, what it means to be a lion, and tales of what blood means. All these stories told in a few poems of my own creation...

Posted:
05/03/2004
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Author's Note:
All right, little bit odd, not my average style. I really like the two darker poems, and the CROSS referance has to do with the vampire legands. The Ron and Gryffindor poems are a bit weak. This whole thing is too the fault of Rupertbabe.


Fashioned Rhymes

Timeline

Just a little poem about our favorite hero...

Not long ago,

We lived in the dark,

He was our foe,

Fearing the serpent-skull mark.

Try though the Light,

Many were lost,

The scales angled in our fight.

The cost was high,

The price we paid,

Was flesh and blood,

But a path we laid.

On All Hallows' Eve,

He rushed the steps,

Never again to leave,

A baby threw off all the bets.

Though his parents left,

And Voldemort committed the ultimate theft,

The boy lived on,

He would see another dawn.

And here he is a hero now.

Standing tall on the world's prow,

A hero he is,

A hero to be,

For every day fight does he.

A rock,

A room,

A prison lock,

Three tasks of doom,

Potions' class,

An hourglass,

Bones of dust,

And fight still he must.

For darkness is falling,

A prophecy is calling,

Fate has doled him quite a meal,

He won't sign the devil's deal.

Not my story to give away.

Will black reign tall?

And Light lay?

I can not say who will fall,

How this tragic tale to end?

The strings of Fate have yet to mend.

To Defy the Blood in Way of Love

A poem about the forbidden love of a Slytherin and a Gryffindor...

So what is expected will not be.

I will not follow as foreseen.

The next Dark Lord will not be me.

It is the Light toward which I lean.

My father wished me to rest clad in black,

A scar forever on my arm.

But a mark I do lack.

I will never do her harm.

For it is here that she is mine,

A lion proud,

And though we do not always rhyme,

Our arguments often loud,

It is every night,

I find myself here.

Enveloped in all her light,

Washing away each other's fear.

Love is hate.

Or so I'm told.

It seems to me a twist of Fate.

But our love has made itself bold.

Love is hate,

Love is war,

Love will open every door.

The pain, the bliss,

Of this state,

The shattering of every kiss,

And I find it true that love is hate.

I don't hate her.

I hate myself.

I wish there were a simple cure.

I'm not to love, or show my face.

Nor undress her to the lace.

But I do as I please.

Love's ambition has come over me.

Now I throw away my past.

No heir to dark fortunes will I be.

And I am left,

With arms that hold a forbidden conquest.

I shall lie for a rest.

Letting sleep take command,

Love shall answer every quest.

My answer will be unknown until I see her left hand.

What Keep Us Going

A poem about blood, and the overcoming of wizerding prejudices...

It will always be,

Forever more,

The key that opens every door.

Rushing bile,

Divides us all,

Redness running down the isle,

Bloodline hate will be our fall.

Blood to Blood.

Pure as ice,

Runic as mud,

Prejudice cast the dice.

Pure is less.

Mud is more.

Kindred in duress,

The lock remaining on the door.

To walk the hall,

Hid in hate,

We will have to break a wall.

Better now than all too late.

Scarlet spirals there will rise.

Community of wary sighs.

To mend the past,

To save the coming,

It is now that we must alter the running.

Spare them the lies,

We were told.

Break the tears, do not cry.

Give them a future to hold.

A line of light,

Peaks through the door,

Don't let the vampire bite.

Let the lock fall to the floor.

Out of the Lime Light

A story about Ron and his development to a better friend...

For a while he wished for fame.

Then he did regret the game.

No scar,

No chance to go far.

Jealousy purged.

An alliance of support emerged.

He did not bear the famous name.

Bound was he to sidekick's pain.

No scar,

No chance to go far.

With age he realized not to quip.

It was not prophesied as his plight.

He ran from flash bulbs, spotlights.

Ran from what he used to want.

Not a friend he'd want to daunt.

No scar,

No chance to go far.

But as a saga this shall end,

A story of a truest friend,

Fate pulled the strings,

But they sewed as mates.

Thus ends my tale of envy's gait.

Flee

An anonymous Death Eater tells of the regrets of darkness and of the light.

Intoxicating is the dark,

Surrender yourself to the mark.

Flee the light.

Harbor the pain.

Never cast shadow again.

The veil comes down,

And so you drown.

Metallic liquid floods your lungs.

This upon yourself you've brung.

Ebony blood pure as night.

Malice, power, thrive on might,

Don't forget,

Flee the light.

Don't breath, don't shout,

If your pride this is about.

Revere the blood; don't put to shame,

Don't disgrace the family name.

Flee the light for family.

Shall you curse posterity.

If you wish to stay a right,

Keep thy heart.

Flee not the light.

Staying true is an art.

Flee not the light,

Ward off the cross,

Do not suffer the soul tremendous loss.

For future, if not one alone.

By pass the veins, stake through the heart.

Crumble heritage from the throne

Flee not the light, just the dark.

To be a Lion

My take on what it is to be a Gryffindor...

No sense to know,

No thought is here,

No way to fuel unfailing fear.

Not trying to be the savior of all,

The world will not be there if you fall.

As the one not to change,

Your good will not be deranged.


Author notes: You know what I want...well beside a million dollars, a red Ferrie, mashed potatoes, a certian guy named James Marsters, llamas, did I mention mashed potatoes? Oh yes, and I really crave REVIEWS, and mashed potatoes.