(Un)emotional by Ice
Summary: Verse about an unwanted graduation ‘gift’ from Lucius to his son, in response to challenge # 4 of the Spring Faire Festival.
Categories: Festival Entries Characters: None
Genres: Drama
Warnings: Incest
Challenges:
Series: None
Chapters: 1 Completed: No Word count: 409 Read: 1750 Published: 05/08/05 Updated: 05/08/05

1. (Un)emotional by Ice

(Un)emotional by Ice
This story was entered in the Sycophant Hex: Spring Faire Festival under the General Story Option:

Sonnets


The criteria is below:

Summary: Write two to four sonnets exploring the secret thoughts, conflicts, or longings of any main character(s)
featured in this archive. (note: open archive)



Rules:

1. Each sonnet must be exactly fourteen lines long.

2. For guidelines about your rythmn and rhyming options, please visit--

http://www.poetrydoctor.org/sonnet.htm.



The original version of this challenge allowed the possibility of writing a less traditional ("modern") sonnet without the
usual rhythm-rhyme strictures. This option was provided in the spirit of inviting first-time poets to ease into the practice of
writing formal poetry. However, due to popular demand, all sonnets submitted for this challenge must now follow one of
the traditional rhythm-rhyme patterns. It's pleasantly surprising that readers are full of "passionate intensity"* about
upholding traditional poetic forms against the lax standards of modernity!



*Yeats, "The Second Coming" (not a sonnet).



Notes:

1. All standard SH rules and submission policies apply.






Betrayal

A heart beneath him beats mortal fear;
It’s rush sends his own heart racing, the end
In sight as he licks up no angel’s tears
From a face that belies such a godsend.
Betrayed, his own child weeps not for pain;
The dementor’s kiss of your protector
Makes all agony a thought in vain,
To fade like the finest fleeting specter.
Destruction done, the sacrifice to bleed
Is left in favor of other conquests
Who fall victim to his unending greed.
His heir, for this fact now twice less blessed,
Takes what remains of his broken soul
Tarnished thing that his own, pure blood stole


To Lucius Malfoy from His Son

The clouded sky for innocence wails
Hope’s spiel, foreign to dragon’s ears
Falls, ash-gray snow, on his serpent scales;
He answers with what heaven will not hear
“The glory once mine is glory lost
And was my gift worthy in his eyes?
I gave him his pleasure for such a cost
Yet am I worthy even of his lies?”
Silence resounds on poisoned air
Each minute has been taking far too long
As you gather your things and comb your hair
Paying close inattention to my wound
For the cost of your soul you bought us scorn
What price then, father, your own unicorn
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