The Dungeon Corridor of Hogwarts
{A/N: Original idea belongs to JKR}
Rolled to the tip of the snake's tongue,
And swept along the dark enchanting corridor of Hogwarts,
Until nothing was left, the snake had left its serpent flame,
To sweep within the perforated cracks,
Of a doom, that no one could fathom-
For it was the cracks,
That spoke of doom,
Because, at Hogwarts,
Hundreds of students crossed over the stone,
Back and forth across the waning light,
Where the deepest and dark foes of their nefarious,
Raging energies,
Who raised to them a wand of curses,
Are bred,
On their way through the dungeons,
The cold and bloodied murderous thieving enchantments-
Will it be the last resort?
The last that the eye will ever view,
Before the remnants of the past creep-
Toward the students as they walk,
To their potions classrooms,
Betwixt the shady walls where vermin,
Such as that 'ole Filch might cross,
Or the spiders on their way to,
The Forbidden Forest.
Because, don't you know why don't you tell us,
Where the heir of Slytherin might reside,
The days of Aragog, and the Secret Chamber,
Where once Tom Riddle and his ideas festered.
Within the stone, creeps upward,
The ghosts of a snake and his venom,
Who knows what horror might be found,
In the dungeons,
The dungeon corridor,
At Hogwarts,
Where they all walk-
Back, pattering forth, back and forth,
Pattering students walk and stride,
Smile gaily at one another,
Never knowing,
Never wanting to know,
Never wanting to know . . .
Of the remnants,
Which will never leave,
The dungeon corridor . . .
Dungeon corridor,
Of the night.