Ode to Lachlan;

Ode to Lachlan


Oh how my heart aches, and my eyes swell
the melancholy sound of your voice, it echoes
through my brain, my heart and my soul.
Why is you hate me so?

Whoever has created
An abiding friendship,
Or has won
a magnificent prize
do not let your heart grow joyous
for he will come

filled with anger, and hatred
this tall figure will strike
with his dark flair, and intense sight
Gladly, he will destroy you
no spirit
no love
just critique.

oh, magnificent hatred
won't you turn
evolve
into ever lasting love? 

for my dear lachlan,
he grows colder each day. 
and my heart feels for him,
he does not appreciate life, or laughter or love,
only shoes,
of an eager advocate.

let the magic of which he hates so dearly, 
change him, 
for the darker his heart grows, 
and the brighter his hatred burns
I become fearful
I'll try everything,
find a last resort
before my dearest lachlan
turns to Lord Voldemort.