Summary: A wish, however pure, is a dangerous thing and even more so when it is seen within the Mirror of Erised.
Disclaimer: I have no claim to any part of the Potterverse, though I do own this particular poem. :)
Author' Note: Not twenty minutes ago, I was thinking about how long it had been since I had written some poetry. Which led me to wonder why it was that I had never tried to write any poetry about the Potterverse. These thoughts led to this four stanza poem about Harry and the Mirror of Erised. I hope you'll enjoy it, as I had a great deal of fun composing it. :)
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Vaulted Pane
The whisperings of the past call out to you,
Beckoning you forward and bidding you welcome.
Her bittersweet embrace enfolds you to her bosom;
As his kindly eyes shine with pride and happiness.
It is an illusion of the cruelest of kinds, that which;
Makes you wish that things could change...
That it was feasible, that the past could be undone- altered.
It is the dream of a fool and you know this intimately.
And yet, you go back night after night, seeking,
Welcoming, the torture, you long to know so much.
Yet never straying so far as to become infatuated;
Common sense grounds you- saves you from yourself.
For a wish, however pure and simple as yours may seem;
Can be a deadly thing. Costing you much and giving you little.
Your fantasy is a toxin within that vaulted pane. And when you leave,
Reality settles in once more and as it should, the mirror stands alone.
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~Autumn Skyie