I try and make it a habit to review written poetry as I have noticed from my own poetry; it is one that gets less to none reviews.

I like the way you described Draco, Wishing he was allowed to have those emotions that are cut off to him. You can feel the anger and bitterness in the way he resents 'Potter and his gang'.

This stanza is brilliant.

'but his heart was pitch- black.

Colder than the darkest stone in the centre of the Earth.

Where anything you chiselled,

would be erased.'


I love the impact these sentences leave, lingering, echoing sorrow for the young man who has to endure this fate.

Fantastic writing,