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AavelinaJaden May 2014
#16YearsBattleOfHogwarts
AavelinaJaden
May 2014
Rest in peace to all the brave gryffindors
The courageous ones with hearts that soar
Rest in peace to all the smart ravenclaws
You left this generation in intelligent awe
Rest in peace to all the clever slytherin
without you, many of us wouldn't grin
Rest in peace to all the kind hufflepuff
I know our journey was tough
Avada kedavra to the other sort
Crucio on voldermort
imperious on the non deluxe
Destroy all of the horcrux
Shortlived were the cohorts
That tried to defeat hogwarts
we thank you
The courageous ones with hearts that soar
Rest in peace to all the smart ravenclaws
You left this generation in intelligent awe
Rest in peace to all the clever slytherin
without you, many of us wouldn't grin
Rest in peace to all the kind hufflepuff
I know our journey was tough
Avada kedavra to the other sort
Crucio on voldermort
imperious on the non deluxe
Destroy all of the horcrux
Shortlived were the cohorts
That tried to defeat hogwarts
we thank you
The death of fictional characters will always outweigh reality.
KT Jan 2016
Avada Kedavra
KT
Jan 2016
Under moonlight, a top a spire
Time has passed, and it's yet to expire
Passing years, they pass as ever
A curse that can't be stopped, oh, never
Witfull, young, he did his bidding
He grew to be an old man, one wise and riddling
Life's not tender and fair
The old man always knew what part's his share
Some things last, some don't
Time solves all, it's pace is sound
Like ripples of a wave, our lives snogg in time
No part in it's say we have, oh how the bells always chime
Under moonlight the old man stood proud and tall
Avada Kedavra awaits us all
Time has passed, and it's yet to expire
Passing years, they pass as ever
A curse that can't be stopped, oh, never
Witfull, young, he did his bidding
He grew to be an old man, one wise and riddling
Life's not tender and fair
The old man always knew what part's his share
Some things last, some don't
Time solves all, it's pace is sound
Like ripples of a wave, our lives snogg in time
No part in it's say we have, oh how the bells always chime
Under moonlight the old man stood proud and tall
Avada Kedavra awaits us all
POSSIBLE Apr 2016
Avada Kedavra
POSSIBLE
Apr 2016
I destroy as I write
painted movements upon the disease of blankness
fulfilling the open potential
shining through a darkened tunnel
fraught with the weight of culture's phantasm.
A projected collective
imbuing meaning and density leaving the propensity
to do more in the hands of the unconscious.
A generation of dreamers caught in a co-created nightmare
It takes a forceful shaking to wake them into waking, a kind of tremor like the earth is quaking
but stillness
still grips
those who would otherwise toss and turn
You've had your time, now its our turn
Interdimensional investigative procedure
Prepare your resume, for today you will be hired or fired
Welcome to the game.
painted movements upon the disease of blankness
fulfilling the open potential
shining through a darkened tunnel
fraught with the weight of culture's phantasm.
A projected collective
imbuing meaning and density leaving the propensity
to do more in the hands of the unconscious.
A generation of dreamers caught in a co-created nightmare
It takes a forceful shaking to wake them into waking, a kind of tremor like the earth is quaking
but stillness
still grips
those who would otherwise toss and turn
You've had your time, now its our turn
Interdimensional investigative procedure
Prepare your resume, for today you will be hired or fired
Welcome to the game.
Place noise in of hands of those with silent faces