A note from the Author: This is my first Draco poem and I am not at all good at poetry so if you are ever so inclined to review, please be kind


A note from the Author: This is my first Draco poem and I am not at all good at poetry so if you are ever so inclined to review, please be kind. Criticism is welcomed.

A Mask

The childhood stories of one greater than I

The constantly being told of my destiny

The cries of a woman in pain

The laughter of a man long since gone insane

The hopes of a future at Hogwarts

The hope for friends

The hope to be made free of my dark loneliness

A hand outstretched in hope

A boy who lived denying

A pale hand of perfect skin left untouched by the hand of the boy I so longed to be

A scoff

A scowl

A smirk

A mask

Seeing her beauty

Longing to be hers

Longing for her touch

Longing for her love

Her friends

Shared words of shared hate

An insult

A punch

A fire in her eyes

A scoff

A scowl

A smirk

A mask

Yet another Christmas alone

A manor filled with red ribbons and fresh garland

A fire warming the cold walls

The cold rooms

The cold emptiness of my life

My heart

My home

Returning to Hogwarts

Returning to Sytherin

Returning to Quittage

Returning to Mafloy

A lost Quittage game

A disappointed look

Etched upon my father's face

A heavy hand on my robes pulling me

A heavy hand on my cheek

A heavy hand

A heavy hand against a heavy heart

A cane

A black cane

A silver and black can descending against my back

My arms

My face

My legs

Tears

Tears stinging at my eyes

Longing to fall

Longing to sob

Longing to be set free

A cry of pain

Another "You weak piece of shit!"

Another "You will never be a Malfoy!"

Another "You disappoint me, you disappoint the Dark Lord."

Another "You are not my son!"

A scoff

A scowl

A smirk

A mask

Ice on bruises

Ice on cuts

Ice on a heart

That was once filled with love

Being called into an office

Adorned in Silver and Green

Being told of a future

A dream

Being shown a mark

A dark mark

On a left arm

On perfectly pale

Flawless

Skin

Hearing tales of the pain

The suffering

The burning

The fire

The razor pain

Of the mark

A scoff

A scowl

A smirk

A mask

Distracted in class as Snape discusses the lessons

Mind elsewhere

On the mark

The dark mark

On the pain

On the fiery pain

Would I cry?

Would I take it?

Take it like a Malfoy?

A scoff

A scowl

A smirk

A mask

A heavy hand rests on my shoulder

The weight unbearable

"It is time."

Walking into a room of darkness

Hissing

Secrets

Darkness

Death

An arm

A perfectly pale arm outstretched

A wand descends

Pain

Fire

Cutting

Razor

Blood

Knives

Pain

Pain of a mark

A dark mark embedded in the flesh

The perfectly pale

Perfectly Malfoy

Flesh

A scoff

A scowl

A smirk

A mask

Teardrops on a pillow

Falling out of Malfoy eyes

A sigh

A gasp

A cry

"What have I done?"

"What have I done?"

"What have I done?"

A scoff

A scowl

A smirk

A mask

Returning to school

Returning to Hogwarts

Returning to home

Pride

Pride wells in a blackened heart as a sleeve is rolled up

And a mark

A dark mark

Is shown

An angel

A muggle

A mudblood

An angel

Tears in her eyes

She sees me

She comes over to me when I am alone

I am always alone

A scoff

A scowl

A smirk

A mask

A mask that she lifts

"What have you done?"

"What have you done?"

"What have you done?"

A shake of a head

She leaves

A scoff

A scowl

A smirk

A mask

A mask that can never truly be removed

A mask that is a part of me now

A part of me like the mark

The dark mark

Etched into the perfectly pale

Perfectly Malfoy

Flesh

A part of me

A scoff

A scowl

A smirk

A mask

A Malfoy


Note from the Author: I am sure you know by now that I do not own Harry Potter or any of the characters. Please leave a review and tell me what you thought. This was, keep in mind, my first Draco poem. Please be kind.