Mario, a teacher turned student (again) – and always a writer.
Dementor
Your mind, a maze of shadows, twists and turns,
Armed with a beacon that barely burns
The light too dim, the path too dark.
You just hope for a salvaging spark.
I watch you falter, gasping for each breath,
I fear you’re on the verge, so close to death.
The shadow of the unspoken D is covering your face
And welcomes you quietly for the final embrace.
You fight, you plead for mercy
But D transforms you, like the old witch Cerci
Your laughter vanished, your smile has faded
Once again, I see your spirit is invaded.
Take my hand, I am still here, right next to you
I’ll be with you and together we can get through.
I beg you, come with me, we fight together
We can kick D’s ass, once and forever.
For just one second, your smile is back
“I wish it were that easy”, you just crack
But D just smirks and waits
“We’ll always be best mates.”
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