DISCLAIMER: Harry Potter belongs to JK Rowling.

~ Cold On The Stone ~

"Turn out your left wrist."
His beautiful voice...
And yet you cringe.
"Do I have a choice?"

"A choice? Of course,"
he says. You sigh.
"Honor your promise,
Or you can die."

And still I see
Not as hidden
As you'd desire
You want to tell him
You've changed your mind.

You squirm, you waver,
You finally comply.

He brands you unceremoniously,
Rolling his eyes,
"Overdramatic," he murmurs,
"And not worth my time."

I smile. We serve,
And you prove your worth.

Blood and rust,
Ash and bone,
Diamond dust,
I'm now alone.

He's fallen,
You've disappeared.
Cold on the stone,
I wish you were here.

~end~