Cor Leonis; or The Second Son
For Regulus Black, who is not mine, but belongs to J. K. Rowling.
Cor Leonis
or The Second Son
Afterthought of necessity
Unlovely and
Unloved
Forgotten until
There’s no other.
Only a moment disillusioned, yet
Already I find myself
Weary of the
Urgent, loveless
Passion
That rises
To fill me
Quickly to diminish and
Leave me still more empty.
I stand by you; is it better
Than falling? I sometimes think not
I remember sometimes the radiance
Of his downcast face
The defiance in
His shoulders
And
Beauty of
His uncrying eyes
I am older now
Than he - though you worry
I’m too young, I have seen
Horrors some may never live to dream.
Cor Leonis
or The Second Son
Afterthought of necessity
Unlovely and
Unloved
Forgotten until
There’s no other.
Only a moment disillusioned, yet
Already I find myself
Weary of the
Urgent, loveless
Passion
That rises
To fill me
Quickly to diminish and
Leave me still more empty.
I stand by you; is it better
Than falling? I sometimes think not
I remember sometimes the radiance
Of his downcast face
The defiance in
His shoulders
And
Beauty of
His uncrying eyes
I am older now
Than he - though you worry
I’m too young, I have seen
Horrors some may never live to dream.