Drifting towards the agony of dying men.
Eating up the warmth of a child's memories.
Making the sun hide from the coldness of man's heart.
Echoes of troubled pasts ring across empty minds.
No escape from this beast's horrid grip on your soul.
The more that you suffer, the closer you are to
Offering your soul, just to leave behind the pain.
Reaching down for your lips, it gives you one last kiss.
A/N:
I was not sure whether I should put a warning or not because technically a dementor's kiss only takes the soul, not life, and there wasn't any violence or anything. So I hope the "dark warning" in my summary and slightly higher rating were enough. Any thoughts about this poem... were the lines too long, was it any way unclear, should I stick to poems that rhyme, any warnings I should put...etc.? Leave a review!