written for
mctabby's
Sorting Cat Drabblethon III as a gift for
aphephobia That's for remembrance...
Four walls full square, a bed a jug a man,
Hair shorn, wand snapped, the Malfoy power docked
Full forgot by master, wife - unmanned
By lover, cruel, and in the dark, I'm mocked.
I would the walls were white, the ceiling cream
Bright searing light, for they'd not mind of you
Black calls you forth, nightmare, vision, dream
Oh Severus, have you forgotten too?
Is naught for us? No touch for me to hope for?
Is this the life that I have been bestowed?
Are truly lost those youthful words we both swore?
Can I be lost if you are on the road?
The darkness here is deeper than your eyes
Send me rosemary, my boy, and not goodbyes.