Poems for the People
(Harry Potter People)
Poem – the first:
Mr. Moon
There are giants all around me,
Cloaked in midnight blue.
Their bright yellow eyes watch me as I pad,
Along a nighttime street.
One man is different.
He wears a cloak of never-ending light.
He guides my path as he bounces,
On the giants' heads.
He bounces.
He follows me.
The giants, they get angered,
And, piece by piece,
They cover him in blackness.
Then, slowly, piece by piece,
He shakes of his hard black shell.
Until, soon,
His face is completely whole.
He smiles bright,
Upon my path,
And guides me once again.
I turn my head to his smiling face,
And sing in howling way,
"Hello Mr. Moon."
He smiles brighter still,
And silently he answers,
In a far away, celestial tone,
"Why, hello my young werewolf.
Are you fit and well?"
Happily I howl my answer.
Of course I am well,
Now that he is full.
Friendly is he.
Good old,
Grand old,
Mr. Moon
I hope you guessed but incase you didn't that poem was a tribute to Professor Lupin. This poem I made on a full-moon night as I was looking at it out my dad's truck's window. Professor Lupin is one of my favorite characters and this poem is one that I like (I truly did write it) because deep down inside I feel that I'm a werewolf. After all, I was born at 8:30pm under a full moon.
It will take me a while to update this poem book because I can't really make up poems about what I want to make them up about, well I can, but they're not really good and seem kinda . . . rushed. When I write a good poem it just, well, it just . . . comes to me. There's one I might put on that I wrote forever ago but I'm still debating.