My Knight, My Night

Day is a chore.
That is something both you and i know.
A strain, yet a must,
dragging you down?
Me also
For daytime is dull.
daytime blocks the imagination.
But nighttime is clear, transparent and black
Like a window image that goes on forever
forever
and
ever.

For one night when my mind wandered in the other realm,
the one of a certain miss Rowling,
where I could smell the dew on the stony walls
and taste the musky air of the dark hallway.

I could hear a heart beat, I could feel a stinging warmth inside me
I ran higher and higher, through the ceilings and through walls
searching, knowing what would be at the end.

I find myself in the fake outside, printed and plain, imaged only with my brain,
There you stood, your long cloak flapping in the wind that i could not feel
and your eyes closed against the cold harsh rain that i could not hear.
I could only see you. You look at me, expressionless
all except for one
single tear.

You are dark,
you are pained
you are different.
you are not trusted

but I trust you.

To everyone you are fake.

But not to me

not to me...

...Severus...


You are real.

(Courtesy from Snapesnogger)