The Kiss

A terrifying rattle sounded in the distance,

The air, once warm, is now so cold that it penetrates skin.

Memories of forgotten birthdays, and ancient catastrophes

Strike out, blinding, as

The creature glides closer.

Despair and sadness envelope as it feeds.

Hood pulled back, and unlike Sleeping Beauty

With a kiss-you'll never wake up.


A/N: I wrote this waaaaay back in June 2003, it was after Finals and I was just on a writing spree and this little ditty of a Dementor came to me. I just found the poems this week and decided to put this up.