Eyes Of Destiny - A Severus Snape Poem

And you looked at me,
and it send shivers down my spine,
even as time goes by,
your eyes are always by myside,
even though I hate the face I get to see,
these eyes are still my destiny,
they won't ever let me free,
all these days,
all these nights,
I've wandered in this place I used to call home,
but you'll never comfort me at all,
will never say:
I forgive you. In the end, you're my most important friend,
never to know,
how much I loved the likes of you,
how deep it ran for you,
all alone in my room,
breaking down every night,
all these years of misery,
you were the only one to see me,
to save me,
but losing you,
made an even darker man of me,
just surrounded by my memories of you...

Everything I did for you

Close to my faith failing,
you said so soft to me,
you´re the only thing I can forget easily,
and you sent all my love astray,
even though my heart is been crushing down,
I´m still crying out your name,
even in the darkest hour,
your kindness was the only light for me,
it was you,
who brought me to my knees,
your light was blinding me,
you chained me with your smile so helplessly,
and after time has faded nearly all my memories,
I still hear your whispers,
in my ear saying,
without your love I can never be.

Damon Salvatore

dearest brother,
my companion in time,
the enemy in my mind,
when the curtain falls,
and the world behind the light is fading,
you´re the one standing by my side,
through a whole century,
we were bound by love and fate,
bound by desire and hate,
Eternity in our cloak of time.

The 13. Warrior

"That's where I meet my father,
there I meet my mother,
my sisters and my brothers,
there I meet all those people of my ancestors,
from the outset,
they call after me,
they ask me to take my place,
behind the gates of Valhalla,
where the brave men live forever."

Dezember, 14. November 2004

Heavy is the smell of cinnamon,
Vorweinachtlichen in the air
warm thoughts flood my senses,
The sweet taste of Met stunned me,
still and peaceful is the cloud forest.


It bear the clammy hands,
the torch through the night,
faster it goes up the hill,
it blows the smell of apple pie in the frostbitten nose,
and the thoughts rushing advance,
warming at fireplace.


Finally climbed into the festivities,
runs burning liquor down his throat,
it glows and sparkles in the glow of the fire,
the fiddle strikes up a merry song,
you sit at the flames,
dances and laughs,
and hears the old Sängen Minnen,
over long periods and some whipped battle.

8. April 2004

You're all
I run to the back,
all-
I run away from what,
the longing
which forces me to my knees,
the fear
devouring me alive,
all this just you alone,
and there will never be anyone and'res,
so I'm never alone in the heart,
because there will always be yours,
and when the time segregate us
is my purpose in life past,
and only death is it,
the freed me.

seperate Vanities

Separate vanities,
lost thoughts
broken dreams,
vanished in the sea, such as foams,
tortured heart,
consumed by fire,
in a world of glass.