This is just a little free-verse poem about the Mirror of Erised that came to my head. Hope you like it.
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter nor any of the relating characters.
~*~*~The Mirror of Erised~*~*~
I am a mirror.
I am not your average mirror.
I show not your face,
But your heart's deepest desire.
Many have wasted away before me,
Pondering my properties,
Staring at the images I show.
Albus Dumbledore,
His desire to see his family,
Alive and well.
He tells Harry Potter he sees himself,
With a pair of socks.
Even though I am a mirror,
I know he lies.
Harry Potter,
His desire to see his family,
Alive.
A family torn apart,
By Lord Voldemort.
The poor boy,
Even though I am a mirror,
I feel sorry for him.
I wish that what he sees is real,
But I can only show,
That this is what he wants,
Even though it can never be.
Dear Professor Quirrell,
His desire to present his master,
The Philosopher's Stone.
I would help him,
Yet he wants to do evil.
I cannot help those who wish to do evil.
I will help,
One who wishes to protect the Stone.
Quirrell tells Harry Potter to look into the mirror,
To look at me.
The boy's desire changes.
He wishes to get the Stone,
But protect it from harm,
To protect it from evil.
I can help there,
Even though I am just a mirror.
I give Harry the stone,
In hopes that he saves it,
From the evils that wish to posses,
The Philosopher's Stone.
I can help no more,
For,
I am just a mirror.
THIS WAS TYPED ONE-HANDED.
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