Harry Potter and I

the scar twitches
and the head aches
the soul peers to see
the dark moon in the well
.
the cold voice
fills the head
voices touch
from
the other world
i dwell
.
where
the magic flows
with the deft wand

.
manipulation power
subtle dominance
intensity that kills
emotions in the fetus
and feed the snake
in its endless slither
.
why need
the duel end?
.
whither again the joy
of sucking the fear
and feasting
on the agony
of a trapped soul?
.
those few visions
of a very real world
applaud the duels of
the living the dead and
yet to be born
.
lifting the being
beyond
good, evil
and
the ugly

.

for a fleeting

glimpse

of the elusive

whole

.