lokifan_import

Title: I Grant I Never Saw A God(dess) Go
Word count: ~100
Characters/pairings: Harry/Draco
Rating PG
Summary: A sonnet for the real Harry Potter.
Warnings: D/s suggestion
Disclaimer: The boys belong to JKR, even though I’m often much nicer to them than she is.
Author’s Notes: Written for

poetic_hp’s current prompt, love. Naturally I wrote a sonnet for the prompt, even if the iambic pentameter fell at the final couplet. My thanks and apologies to William Shakespeare and his Sonnet CXXX

My master’s eyes are nothing like bright jade;
They’re soft, lush moss, not cold and precious stone.
He’s not sweet, despite the dreams of sweet maids;
He sees my bruises – gives a lusty moan.
My master is no paragon of grace,
Horizontal dancing’s his only style;
But I prefer to kiss his shining face,
Not waltz all night in boring single file.
His hair’s not softly tousled, just a mess:
So he lets me play with it when I choose.
He’s no knight to my damsel in distress;
He’s got a nasty streak, and hates to lose.
And yet I love him more than any damsel can;
I love him as a hero, but better as a man.