Of Parchment and Poetry

Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling
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Of Parchment and Poetry
Summary
As a general rule, Regulus Black does not ‘do’ emotions. He decided a long time ago that they weren’t for him; no thank you, not at all.So, when Pandora gifts him what she likes to call "feelings parchment", he is fully prepared to set the thing on fire and blame Barty. But somehow, instead of turning it into ashes, he finds himself filling it up with some Good Old-Fashioned Sad Boy Poetry™️.Or, I’ve seen far too many head cannons about Regulus being a sad boy poet but no actual fics, so I've decided to be the change I wish to see in the world and write a few of my own.
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Hello!Welcome to my new story - a collection of random poems from regulus' povPlease enjoy :)
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echoes of a supernova

A universe full of infinite galaxies and stars,

Yearning for exploration, to be discovered,

Once seemed futile with him by my side,

I had no desire to break free

From his salvation nor embrace,

Nothing out there could be greater than this.

 

Side by side we shone,

I could have done so for aeons,

But his fate was sealed by a sorting hat,

Brothers pulled apart by lions’ scarlet pride,

Must orbit separate galaxies.

 

Now, my home is stripped bare, void, desolate,

His room, once adorned with my sketches,

Echoes of our laughter, memories held dear,

Now vibrant with crimson flags, and faces,

Unfamiliar to my gaze.

 

Slowly I fade from his life,

Like ink erased from a note long forgotten.

With bags packed, he flees,

Towards the sun, abandoning me,

His brother, now left to witness

His universe implode.

 

A forgotten boy, this is who I become.

To him, a memory slowly slipping away,

Like smoke dissipating into wintry air,

My soul exposed,

Nothing remains in his wake.

 

Memories are fleeting,

They fade away like footprints in the sand,

Lost to the wind, forgotten on the land.

Here I stand, alone in the night,

My brother’s solace

Now a shadow of a dream.

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