gyrfalcon

You could never see past The ripping, tearing, destroying pain you felt Your own pain Covered all No one else mattered Nothing else mattered You had to suffer, why not ...

Springtime's breeze sets grasses dancing, Waving, bending, twirling round. Springtime's sun works warm entrancing, Coaxing flowers from the ground. Birds with trilling, warbling song, Brook with curre

another Fruits Basket rut. Sorry, but not looking for really serious/specific crits here, just needed to get this out of my system. Full of dark rooms Full of shadows, Pain, ...

>removed for reasons of a broken heart

This is one of my two entries for Whence's "The Snape" poetry comp. Let me know what you think! (note: this would appear on the tomb of Severus Snape) Here ...

Here is my second entry for Whence's "The Snape" poetry competition. This is a poem that (theoretically) Snape might have written about Lily Evans. Green eyes that haunt, Emeralds that ...