Just proving the point to a friend, that I could get inside the head of the Devil himself—between the hours of midnight and 2 a.m. (Of course, why would anyone want to?)
As with all things wonderful, the Dementor belongs body(?) and soul(?) to JK Rowling—no copyright infringement is intended.
THE DEMENTOR’S KISS
My house is empty; my rooms echo with silence.
Eyes unable to see, alone in the darkness, I must search, search for what is lost.
Search for the shadow of something that tugs at the edge of consciousness, barely perceived, never remembered.
Longing, hunger and need, desperate need, consume me, drive me onward.
Your essence, elusive, alluring, calls to me and I scent the sweet seduction of joy, of pleasure, of peace…
And I fly to you, my sweet longing, with need, desperate need, and hunger.
I would touch you, I would wrap myself around you, envelop you in my embrace.
I would taste the warmth spreading out from you, taste the honey-sweet memories as they pour from you.
I would taste your soul.
But only so close before the frigid emptiness of my corridors is perceived.
Only so close before you shiver with the cold and the fear and turn from me, run from me.
You push back my offer to caress, push away my need, cast me back into the longing, back into the hunger.
Cast me back into the endless drifting, endless searching.
And I am left with only a phantom taste on a phantom tongue.
And I am left with only longing, need and hunger--desperate hunger.
And I am driven to sate my hunger in the place of torment and death, driven to pick the bones of the damned.
It is a poor meal, a beggar’s feast at best, but I eagerly take what is not offered, reap what is not sown.
The hollowness of my soul fuels my gluttony as I greedily consume all that is light, all that is warm within you.
And for a moment, painful in its brevity, I sense the ghost of an emotion; and for a moment, bitter in its torment, I remember what it was like to feel.
And in that moment, that sweet fleeting moment, I feel the chill of your loss…
Permit me, beloved, to ease the chill that grows within you.
Permit me to touch you, to wrap myself around you, to envelop you in my embrace.
Come to me now, and together for one desperate moment both our houses will no longer echo with the chill of emptiness.
Come to me now, and together for one glorious flicker of time our halls will resound with the boundless joy of oneness.
Come to me now, my love, come to me now and permit me to give you the gift…of my Kiss.
Permit me to touch you, to wrap myself around you, to envelop you in my embrace.
Come to me now, and together for one desperate moment both our houses will no longer echo with the chill of emptiness.
Come to me now, and together for one glorious flicker of time our halls will resound with the boundless joy of oneness.
Come to me now, my love, come to me now and permit me to give you the gift…of my Kiss.
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