she loved him from afar
she loved him from afar as she watched him
watched how his soft umber curls fell to his temples
like molten bronze
temples where the vital pulse of the gods was tightly kept under guard
watched as his ebony eyes,
as dark as the proscribed midnights
he spent away in astronomy towers and restricted sections,
sucked the life out of everyone around him,
two dark holes they couldn't help but dive into,
and yet everyone around him still turned to him like he was the sun
yes, he was the sun, the same sun that melts the wax
out of the wings of those who dare come too close
she never dared come too close.
she had no wings to fly, only iron-willed roots trapping her to earth.
she didn't know it yet, but tom riddle burned soils with as much
grandeur and splendour
as he burned skies.
she loved him from afar
she loved him from afar as she watched him
watched as his lips curled in the most charming, terrifying sneers
every time someone thought they knew his thoughts
when in fact it was him reading and dissecting theirs
watched as he would walk through the corridors
like an heir among commoners
like a king among subjects
(subjects who soon learned to mistake
power for hope and fear for love)
like he owned this world and every one after it
watched as he went on with his life
without ever noticing her,
without ever knowing her,
and then
the one day when she didn't watch him
he saw her
and he killed her
from afar too.
avada kedavra had always been his way of saying
i love you too.
and the skies cried.
and the skies cried and burned with tears
from a mouldering soil of mortal cinders.
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VANITAS ― Poetry
Poetry𝑽𝑨𝑵𝑰𝑻𝑨𝑺 ❝ a symbolic work of art showing the transience of life, the futility of pleasure, and the certainty of death ❞ ━ in which she bleeds in words so he can make art out of her blood TOM RIDDLE | POETRY © endIes...
