HandwritingIt was the one thing he liked least about being human again: handwriting.Even before the spell, it had never been his forte. He'd taken lessons of course but he’d never been a great student. Many of his early memories of doing dictation involved him throwing inkwells at the wall and scattering parchment across the floor of the study. Sometimes he wondered how his tutors had put up with him as long as they did.As a Beast, writing for him was simply impossible. His paws were too big to hold a quill, let alone write with one. In the end LaPlume and Crane had both taken up the job of composing letters to the distant kingdoms while he di
The Fresh Assassin of ItalyNow, this is the story all about howMy life got flipped, turned upside downAnd I'd like to take a minuteSit down, signoreI'll tell you how I became an assassin in the fifteenth centuryIn northwest Italia born and raisedOn the rooftops was where I spent most of my daysHanging out, brawling, running errands for the headThen picking belle donne to take back to the bedWhen a couple of bastardi who were up to no goodStarted making trouble in my neighbourhoodThey killed my father and brothers and then came for meAnd I said, "Claudia, take mother, we leave for Monteriggioni!"We went to my Uncle's where I soon understoodThat my family
Of Vampires and Death EatersIt was a dark, stormy night at the Malfoy Manor. Voldemort was drumming his fingers on the long, wooden table surveying his Death Eaters with a slightly bored expression etched upon his face. "You know why I have brought you all here today, I presume?" he asked in his chilling, snake-like voice."Because we're the only house you can hold these meetings in?" Draco replied dryly. Several heads of death eater's turned in his direction. Lucius shot him a dirty look."What?" Draco said, widening his eyes, "Snape has a house too, why can't we go to his for a change? Do you have any idea how difficult it is for me to keep the house clean when all
My ImmortalSeverus Snape slumped into his office with the look of someone who was recovering from a particularly bad hangover. His dark hair, which had always been lank and greasy hung exhaustedly around his face, while his eyes were red and glazed from the tears he had been crying back at Dumbledore's office. With the speed of a zombie, he trudged into the backroom where his quarters were, and sat numbly on top of his bed.There was once a time when Severus had believed the world had ended, and that was the day that the love of his life, Lily Evans walked out of his. He remember like it was yesterday, the agony of trying to get through each day preten
CodeineYou wrap me in your warm embraceAs snowflakes drift across my faceYou've seen my past, now toss it awayTo let you ease my pain, you sayAbove I see the distant shoreI came from there, once before Now I fear to feel that lightAway in shadow, you bind me tight And though the world may toss and turn In your arms it all can burnI walk the worn paths of this labyrinth againI'm all alone, but for you, my friendThe fire once was all I knewNow I give myself to you Lost until you brought to dreamsMy love, my sweet, my dear Codeine
CloudsGuess I should have knownWe couldn't be children foreverSoon we have to grow oldAnd become one with the worldStill, sometimes I wonder why it isYou've always taken the highwayWhile I've taken the scenic routeYou say it doesn't matter But day by day this rift grows biggerI know you lie to meWhen you say we're not growing further apartI once believed I would sore above youBut that was before the sun melted my wingsLeaving me to crawlAnd look back at what I used to beWe crossed paths onceBut that time is behind us Now I watch you walk those hills I could never climbYou don't have to look back, nor do I expect you toMy day
Body and SpiritIs it two or is it one?I asked the looking glassYou are a bodyA body knows naughtOf the intricate networkOf emotionsFeelingsThoughtsBoth good and evilExisting since days of EdenBut what am IIf not a body?It is a part of meWe cannot live without recognitionPutting up pictures - in memoriumBody and spiritSpiritus et corporeA symbiotic relationship all mankind sharesWritten from the clay which Father made usSo caught away looking in mirrorsOnly near the end do I askIs it one or is it two?
OdysseyYears and years staring at black on white It is your refugeA blanketFrom the chaotic stormThen one day the hands come outA missing name on a listA letterDear Sir or Madam:You cannot live in these walls anymoreThat world was never meant for youThat world was never meant for youTry again and again It's all the same The smiles grow biggerYou blame only yourselfSo you tear it all down and face the tempestSailing blind across high seas Sirens call outAnd you turn awaySayingI belong here nowI belong hereBut when that wind ceasesIn a moment of peaceA curtain liftsAnd you see it againThe bow is in h
PurgeIf memory could be silencedAnd I could just forget I'd feel withinNo deep chagrinNo actions I regretI wouldn't have these scars nowNo sense of what was trueThere'd be no tearsNo lonely yearsThere'd be no missing youAnd each night before I fall asleepI wouldn't feel this acheI wouldn't wish to turn back timeAnd then just stay awakeMy dreams would be without meaning For you I wouldn't seeThere'd be no haunt I'd feel no wantEmpty and yet freeI'd go about my businessNo fears of seeing youI'd go out moreOr just exploreOr try out something newAnd there would be no ponderingsNo stories with no ends
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