Cruciatus
Shadows of light, shadows of dark,
Shadows coiling around my heart.
Agony burning, tendrils of fire
Curling around me--a funeral pyre.
A reprise, a breath, a small mocking rest;
But no--new pain slams into my chest.
Torturous contortions--my body soon breaks;
My mind slips away, no longer awake.
I stir, limbs still trembling,
All thoughts disassembling…
The shadows have fled;
Perhaps I am dead?
An indistinct face appears at my side:
It's them--they've returned--I struggle to hide.
Calm voices this time, asking my name;
I do not remember: I crumple in shame.
The shadows have claimed me, I know this is true:
They've taken my mind, as they've also from you.
Our fate has been sealed, this darkness our lives;
For now it's enough that we have survived.
Our spirits are broken, our bodies as well;
Doomed now forever to lingering hell…
And yet hope remains, though a shadowy one:
Hope for the future: hope for our son.