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In The Box
by The Fat Chipmunk
A collection of poems from the residents of Hogwarts, accumulated over the years inside the mysterious and magical Box.
Author's Note: Welcome, and thanks for dropping by! I decided to clean this up a bit, and there might even be some updates later. Enjoy! (:
In The Box
On a shelf in the corner of a room deep inside
I wait for someone who wants to confide.
To average eyes, I am but a box
Ornately carved of wood and rocks
But for those endowed, I am more than that
For I am The Box, where contentment is at.
For countless years I have stood here
Playing the role of the listening ear
And in my shadowed depths you'll find
All that they have left behind.
Tales and songs, poems and riddles
Tricks and jokes and strange little twiddles
They've come to me in times of dark
They've come to me when life seemed stark.
They poured their thoughts out in abandon and glee
Knowing I'd never let the writing flee.
So come on in and join the club
Enlighten me with tales from the pub
Share with me your grief, your pain
Talk with me whenever it rains.
Come and tell me all you've written
About dragons or the green snake you've bitten
Of twisted paths and wicked rhymes
Of timeless loves or troubled times
Tell me what fuels your inner fire
Tell me your furtive heart's desire.
For I am the Box, to whom many have come
Whether sober or full of age-old rum
To share their secrets, the worries inside
They come to me when they want to hide.
I hold the worries of the young and the old
Of all the legends their parents ever told
So come, my friend, tell me anything
Come and let your dreams take wing
For the girl who smiles and the boy who mocks
For the man with the droopy, unruly socks
For the woman with one man on her mind
For the elf whose master's shoes he's not shined
For those with dreams and those without
For those who believe and those who doubt
Come in, slip in, there's no need for knocks
I'll be here for everyone,
For I am The Box.
-The Box