Disclaimer:I do not own the Forbidden Forest, or any of the characters. Well, apart from the first-year this poem is about, but any other living things that feature here are the creations of either J.K.Rowling, or ancient mythology.
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The
Forbidden Forest
Or
a first-year's account of a night of adventure
Burnt
umber twigs frame
the entrance to the impenetrable darkness
of
oozes magic. Great, gnarled trunks
twist and spiral, ever reaching
towards the night sky. Littered with stars
that are now but
obscured
by the swishing, mahogany canopy
of the Forbidden
Forest.
The eldest oaks and ageless elms
tower menacingly,
as deeper and further in
our visitor dares to venture. Tread
with
care, newcomer, and beware
the bitter howl of the
werewolf.
There! see? Shimmering silver
from a unicorn's
veins, severed
by some daring evil. A terror
roams the paths
ahead. A print,
an indent on the shadowed moss,
will lead you
to the centaurs. But do not
disturb the stargazers this night.
A
hoot, a flutter, a mouse's shriek,
and the tawny owl is gone.
Black spiders, as large as plates
and as swift as a Firebolt,
scuttle
to investigate the murder scene.
You must make sure,
dear guest,
that your trail leads not to Aragog.
The
flicker of the Lumos
illuminates
a fiend's grey hood. Coldness
seeps into your bones
as your wand
clutters to the ground. The clutch of terror
binds
your limbs by invisible tethers,
and the rebelling Dementor
approaches.
It should be guarding the gates,
but it abandoned
post.
Already the skeletal fingers encircle
your dry
throat, already
the breath in the hood rattles
the sound of
your death.
But what's this?
A wolf! nay, a dog, a
great
black brute with its master.
Bounding at you with a stray
Patronus
following closely behind. As you collapse
you see a
familar face -
and then no more.
The Gamekeeper and his
pink umbrella
have accompanied Fang to the rescue.
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