Pumpkin Patch
Midnight. Tonight. You're nowhere in sight
The chill. A fright. Perhaps I wasn't right
When I gleaned it in your eyes, the burning desire
You let me on your back, and ignited a fire
As we soared through the sky I grasped on your neck
And whispered "I love you. Let's never go back."
They'd never accept a love such as this
A hippogriff and a wizard, how do we even kiss?!
I knew of a place where no one would find us
On the outskirts of Cornwall, Shell Cottage or bust
To never return to a place that would mind us
But you let out a cry and I knew that we must
As we slowly descended I made you a promise
To meet once a week in the pumpkin patch
Where I surely intended to reach past your stomach
Midnight would defend us from any who'd snitch
So now I stand amongst gourds shrouded in darkness
No one can see me pour my heart out; you're heartless
Midnight. Tonight. You're nowhere in sight
Buckbeak... Perhaps I wasn't right