Everyone knows the dawn shines
but…
you
*wonder*
Does anyone else see it fade?
like the beam you are
(morning light is pure, clear)
but…
[he doesn't want early, mundane sunrise]
victory shines like a beacon
[he wants]
(victories that are golden, glowing reddish)
demanding glorious worship in the afternoon sun
the gentle, still dawn rays are b-e-a-t
The night lets you out
only to comfort the dying stars
[Always the good girl aren't you, little ray of sunlight?]
and…
you
(maybe)
just want to be
l
o
v
e
d
By a boy
not other
{lonely, dying}
orbs of distant light
he's [so handsome, so brave] you love him
That you'd do anything
anything, anything, anything
for
him
(the only hufflepuff weasley ever)
Because
Triumph
(an idiotic, arrogant victory of a beautiful noon)
has left your god-given gift
defeated
[the sorting hat had wanted you to be a snake]
because…
if there is one thing
you know
It's how to hide and not make very much
[none at all] commotion
[insistence]
because…
you
had
to be *his*
c
o
m
f
o
r
t
but…
I guess he just
{forgot}
because…
no one cares about
(dawn)
when they have
(Grandma, Grandpa, Uncles, Aunts, Mother, Father, Cousins, and he)
an AFTERNOON sun