Dementor’s kiss

Living alone in a crowd,

Walking forward with eyes closed

Falling down guttered

The direction fresh wind never blows

 

Paying for mistakes, though not meant,

dementors ne’er care nonetheless,

one last chance for retribution,

one last chance to be saved.

 

Came to the court, begged for pardon,

Selfishly begged for one life after taking 4,

But the intent was absent,

The judges discussed… pardon denied.

 

Slowly he trudged, weeping all the way,

Not knowing how to face his maker,

Wished to turn the clock, stop his killing,

Mistake was made, intent or not.

 

Like shylock extracting his pound of flesh,

Like Caesar beheading his defeated opponents,

The dementor came, sensing the fear.

One look into the eyes, one last plea

 

He was kissed, the cold last kiss

He felt nothing, nobody knew his feeling

He was gone, gone forever.

The dementor had done its job.

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About dairyman

A cat in a man's body who loves dogs. View all posts by dairyman

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