Poisons by Silver Peppermint
Summary: A three chapter poem on the equality of love. "Come with me. We cannot win this combat...a Malfoy could not love the Weasley girl...Nothing shall define you So let equality for love always stand true."
Categories: Poetry Characters: None
Compliant with: None
Era: None
Genres: Angst
Warnings: Character Death
Challenges:
Series: None
Chapters: 3 Completed: Yes Word count: 534 Read: 7410 Published: Jul 29, 2006 Updated: Aug 01, 2006
Flask of Poison by Silver Peppermint
Author's Notes:
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any other J.K. Rowling creation.

First of all,this is my first D/G based poem so please let me know how it turned out. I would appreciate that greatly. Secondly, this was inspired by the thought of how love does not always conquer all.
Flask of Poison


The empty flask drops loudly onto the tiled floor
My body is what follows next
I see his slight figure, maybe a ghost, they’re at my door
He grabs me roughly, perplexed

I smile or I think I do at least
I feel the poison ensnaring my body
I embrace this death feast
No longer feeling empty

I think I feel fingertips tracing my jaw
But the coils of the poison have reached my soul
Erasing my heart, my only flaw
The poison has me in its controls

I think I hear his voice
Whispering harshly in my ear
“You’ve made the wrong choice.”
Followed by a single tear

Reaching towards his ghostly figure and finding it real
I recoil as fast as a poisoned body could
Not believing this vision to be truthful
For nothing seen through this poison is good

My hoarse voice takes a gasp
“I will always be yours. I hope you know that.”
I continue in my soft rasp
“Come with me. We cannot win this combat.”

The poison envelops me whole
And I lose the sight of my eyes
I feel the breaking of my soul
Then my body’s last good-byes.
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