"rubeus" poems
A loud knock,
was what I heard.
At this hour of the night,
who might that be,
I wordered.
Begrudgingly,
I opened the door,
only to meet a giant,
and all so hairy man,
(not in a **** way though).
Hey young lady,
I'm Rubeus Hagrid,
here to pick you up.
You are not a muggle,
you do not belong here.
There is a school for you,
Hogwarts is its name,
school of witchcraft,
and wizardry,
(not a regular school per say).
We better hurry up child,
or the train will leave us.
It awaits at Platform 9¾,
and if we are not on time,
Dumbledore will have my head.
If we are late,
you will miss the sorting hat,
which makes me wonder,
are you a Slytherin,
or a Gryffindor.
Anyway hurry up,
so go on and pack.
I would give you my wand,
but you do not know how to use it.
Do not look confused my child,
instead be happy.
being a muggle is no fun,
you will realise soon.
So hurry up lets go,
( I already hear snape grumbling).
$angila$
Sep 12, 2013
Sep 12, 2013 at 9:19 AM UTC
It's better to burn out than to fade away
They say
so we dropped some acid killed, our parents then we hit the road...
You said there's nothing I could do to make you stay
So full of fear and doubt,
apprehension.
Wasted days and sleepless nights
Something starts
I wish I could be grateful but I'm afraid I cannot
The world you left me in
was cold and I need heat
I want to hear from you but my door has no letter slot
Jul 1, 2015
Jul 1, 2015 at 6:43 PM UTC