Post by silvus on Jun 16, 2008 16:01:42 GMT -5
Bellatrix
Her eyes look hallow but deeper then most I know. The insanity of deaths long ago a time closer than most realize. A witch of witches, a crooked wand that spits fire and ice and lightning at command. A demon some call her, Azkiban more a home for her than Hogwarts. Some people wanna be with the flow of the times, wanna go with what's popular. But she's broken the mold of what it is to be who she is. She grabs a boys hair, dark magic at his head, her beauty in her methods. She makes insanity sexy and sex an insane option. Her rats nest of hair makes her look like she's been though the depth of hades itself, if thats what it takes then she on the right path. Her death is a certain, her fire burns too bright to keep that intensity at bay she knows no other path. He is her master, but it is the only authority in her life. Death eater extraordinary, her scream pierces the bricks in the walls, cracks none of us can see appear in the hearts of those who follow the common way, they think they've won, when only they have just begun to fail. Thats her weapon, not the wand, not her grip and not that look of pure insanity in her hallow eyes. Her weapon is her mind, the psychological scream that makes other cringe at the very sight of her. She wins the battle at first glance, the others on her side leave her be, they know the best reigns, are the ones you never put on her.
In the times to come she will let loose the dogs of war, and fight with the heart of an inmate, the mind of a killer and the soul of a true witch. Azkiban thought they could hold her, Hogwarts thought they could fight her. They were both wrong because she won before she even reached for her wand.
Lestrange
Her eyes look hallow but deeper then most I know. The insanity of deaths long ago a time closer than most realize. A witch of witches, a crooked wand that spits fire and ice and lightning at command. A demon some call her, Azkiban more a home for her than Hogwarts. Some people wanna be with the flow of the times, wanna go with what's popular. But she's broken the mold of what it is to be who she is. She grabs a boys hair, dark magic at his head, her beauty in her methods. She makes insanity sexy and sex an insane option. Her rats nest of hair makes her look like she's been though the depth of hades itself, if thats what it takes then she on the right path. Her death is a certain, her fire burns too bright to keep that intensity at bay she knows no other path. He is her master, but it is the only authority in her life. Death eater extraordinary, her scream pierces the bricks in the walls, cracks none of us can see appear in the hearts of those who follow the common way, they think they've won, when only they have just begun to fail. Thats her weapon, not the wand, not her grip and not that look of pure insanity in her hallow eyes. Her weapon is her mind, the psychological scream that makes other cringe at the very sight of her. She wins the battle at first glance, the others on her side leave her be, they know the best reigns, are the ones you never put on her.
In the times to come she will let loose the dogs of war, and fight with the heart of an inmate, the mind of a killer and the soul of a true witch. Azkiban thought they could hold her, Hogwarts thought they could fight her. They were both wrong because she won before she even reached for her wand.
Lestrange
