Dementor's Kiss on the Rocks

A Harry Potter poem, delving into the darkness of the Dementor

Laced in darkness
Shadowed in eternal foreboding
Forever feeling like nothing
Will ever be good again
That feeling came from
A dementor being too close
Those sickly looking cloths
Hanging all gangly in the air
That soft kiss
Bound to exalt you
Take that soul you’ve lived with all your life
And bring it by your side
Steal the beat right out of your heart
The air right out of your lungs
Plunge you into the deepest, coldest water
Pull you back with the hardest tug
Whiplash your faintest worry
Swirling epiphany
Blackened mind turning away from life
Meeting that dank, hollow door
Much worse than death
Easier than life
No glimmer of hope to save you
Only an end to take your hand
Guide you to the land of no memories
Loveless, emotionless, boundless reverie
The dementor’s kiss on the rocks
Goodbye soul