My Cupboard
My cupboard, my spiders, my cot, my haven. Small and dark, warm and almost cozy. My worn blanket, the only remnant of what might have been and my scar, the only clue of what's to come. I will miss my cupboard, my spiders, my cot, my haven. For I must leave it all for the world of my parents, of fame and of fortune, of magic and owls. I close the door for the final time, I am off to bigger and better things, but I leave the lock undone, should I ever be in need of my haven again.
My cupboard, my spiders, my cot, my haven. Small and dark, warm and almost cozy. My worn blanket, the only remnant of what might have been and my scar, the only clue of what's to come. I will miss my cupboard, my spiders, my cot, my haven. For I must leave it all for the world of my parents, of fame and of fortune, of magic and owls. I close the door for the final time, I am off to bigger and better things, but I leave the lock undone, should I ever be in need of my haven again.