Acrostic Poem #1
Bellatrix Black Lestrange
AN - Right. So - in the beginning - I had this idea where I'd write something really mind-boggling, and that would be my first venture into the Harry Potter genre. And I /do/ have two rather-good Harry Potter fics in the works... But this spurted out of my pen, and I like posting things immediately.
Meh. To hell with first impressions.
I wrote this for my 'Creative Writing' class a couple days ago, (I only wrote the Bellatrix bit - I added Black and Lestrange later) and I was really fond of it, so I finished it and decided to maybe get some feedback? I'm not all that fond of poetry myself - and I don't read much on but if you do, review and get a complimentary Bellatrix!
This form of poetry is called 'Acrostic Poem's. The simplest kind of Acrostic Poems are when you right someone's name down, vertically, in a straight line and use one word to describe said person that starts with the letter you're on then. There are also 'ragged' Acrostic Poems - which is what this is an example of. This is when the letter you're on is taken out of the middle or the end of a word, and the letter prior to it are printed as usual.
In this case, you do not capitalize proper nouns or the first word of every sentence, so the spine word still stands out.
Anything you recognize does not belong to me.
AN IMPOSSIBLY HUGE THANKS TO CUBANSOMBREROGAL for beta-ing this! I appreciate it so much!
And so, after this abysmally long author's note;
By bastardizing her cousin early on in life, (the same one she would
kiLl), she managed to
Loosen the hold he had held over the black
fAmily for so long. no
maTter what she did, though, the
dId not seem to notice. her hatred for her cousin grew
Burdened by nothing as petty as a conscience, she found it startlingly easy to murder a relative; albeit one she had never
Loved. the feeling of exaltation when she
Attacked him - when she watched the light die from his eyes - was beyond anything she had ever expected, and even the pain that his bratty
godChild - the reason for all their problems, all their woes - had inflicted on her afterwards could not bring her down. no slight catastrophe could tighten her grip on reality, now. but she felt like she had been
Kicked when the dark lord completely ignored her great accomplishment. this was no slight catastrophe; no minor disaster.
Loftily; from on-high among the flames of hell; she lamented her final moments.
Even as a child - she was a very morbid child - she had imagined her final moments as something filled with fantasy and grandeur;
aS it turned out, this was not
To be. and yet, it was a pity that her final moments were filled with being called a nasty, mudblood name and being murdered by an angry (blood traitor) mother.
gRatifying the dark lord and a final melodramatic, theatrical snog (with whoever happened to be closest was the general idea) had also been apart of the plan. but life is so cruel to those who serve the dark lord - death
eAters, and death made exception for her. her master himself joined her shortly after her own arrival in the after-life and - mournful though she knew she should be - she couldn't help but rejoice. maybe
Now he would finally realize what she should mean him? as a right hand man? as anything he wanted her to be? absolutely anything?
reGardless, she had made no effort to search for her husband, and as she had yet to see him, he had either survived (unlikely) or he hadn't made any effort to find her.
Either way, Bellatrix didn't mind. now she had forever to be at the dark lord's side.