Burning Skies by chemicalflashes
Summary: There are worlds out there where the sky's burning...

A poem capturing the sense of being a Muggle-born during the treacherous times of 1997 and 1998 from Colin's point of view.

[Freeverse]
Categories: Dark/Angsty Fics Characters: None
Warnings: Character Death, Violence
Challenges:
Series: None
Chapters: 1 Completed: Yes Word count: 802 Read: 809 Published: 06/23/16 Updated: 06/24/16
Story Notes:
So, I am pretty bad at writing poetry. Just forgive me.

Thanks to my sister, Mertice for beta reading.

1. Burning Skies and People Made of Smoke by chemicalflashes

Burning Skies and People Made of Smoke by chemicalflashes
Burning Skies

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PART I

•••••


There are worlds out there where the sky's burning

with the vivid green glow of Death

My home's in one of them

Like silent vultures, those snakes come upon us

engulfing everything in their sight

I can't do anything to stop their might

Nothing, nothing, nothing

My parents lie grey, blue and limp

A sadistic skull is blazing on the wall

So we run

Traversing cities

we run from Devon to Dublin

we run from Cardiff to Carlisle

and back again, round and round in triangles

"Farewell, home," my brother cries out

My heart aches

but I can't do nothing, nothing, nothing

So we run

I learn what it's like living from a suitcase

and be termed as a nutcase

There are posters out there

with a reward under our names and faces

and suddenly

we are wanted criminals

So we run

Hunger gets the best of us

How long could one survive on sluggish noodles

and mildewed biscuits, anyway?

We become conniving thieves

So we run

One day, the brutes catch up on us

while we're out in the forest

and they fall, fall, fall

as I get the guts to finally do something

My trembling hand kills them

in cold, cold blood

and they are gone in the blue sheen of Reducto

My brother looks at me with wide eyes

like I'm some monster

Perhaps I am

for this obsidian darkness in me holds only one thing:

revenge

And the roaring drums in my mind cry out

"Hey, young man

rest your head

You're breaking down inside

Armour's cracked, set to collapse

Damn you, don't you cry."

Now I've ended lives, ended worlds

Guess I've done it all

Fire and ice and rage inside

how long till I fall?

Somewhere all my darkest dreams are gathering

It's not enough to save the day

I can't escape my nightmares

Words and laughter wearing thin

breaking this disguise

Where do angels fear to dread?

How can I think to hide?

I shouldn't have ever been afraid

I am a bloody Gryffindor

not some sneaky coward

and they better be ready for what's coming their way

So we run

•••••

PART II

•••••


There are worlds out there where the sky's burning

with the iridescent orange glow of arson

and the red river's roaring;

people made of smoke

and cities made of song

Somewhere there's danger

somewhere there's injustice

and somewhere else a soul's getting cold

This is that world

This is war

and the time for trifle trivialities is over

I had tied my brother in a vice

and stupefied him thrice

I had followed the golden Galleon

and sneaked in twice

Now I am here, watching the burning sky

The ancient building has fallen

My lips are swollen

from the fist fight I just got in with Neville

He had been telling me to leave

Like hell I will

The clock is ticking

the seconds passing in a hurried mist

of shattered lives and broken bones

So I run

and run and run and run

Run headlong into the darkening day

towards the black crowd of Death

Can you hear them?

They are coming

They're in the air

They're in my head

This pounding in my head is calling me to fight, protect, kill

Can you hear the drums?

As I gaze into the vastness of the war field

I hear the sound of drums

Can you hear them?

They are coming

They're in the air

They're in my head

Taste the blood on the wind

for this is war

made up of two pinches of disbelief

four spoons of camaraderie

a quart of bravery

one cup of strength

and an enormous pail of loss

all mashed up together

There's this rapid thrum of energy

pouring out of my shivering body

I feel like I can run forever

smell the wind

feel the grass under my feet

and just run forever

My clothes are tattered

Many acquaintances of mine lie shattered

in memories all scattered

So I throw every hex, curse and jinx upon the enemy

I don't know how

but I find myself

on the entrance to the Castle

My mind's like a deadly disease

with that dreadful pounding

driving my ire

Suddenly

something sharply hits me in the spine

Suddenly

there's this lack of air in my lungs

Suddenly

there's this coppery tang in my mouth

Suddenly

I am dying

•••••

PART III

•••••


There are worlds out there where the sky's burning

with the ghostly grey glow of the past

They had always told you that there's a tunnel at the end

but I only see the white, white light

of stars shining bright

A ray of this starlight wraps itself around me

And I am flying, flying, flying

into the purple depths of that eternal night

-finis-
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