Well here's one of my stabs at writing poetry...it's sort of a tribute to HP and the Chamber of Secrets...but that's not really what it's about. What it really is about...I wish I knew. I think I wrote it at 2 in the morning so I couldn't tell ya. So enjoy and leave a review, please!!
It's a magic night,
filled with purple moon dim shadows
and stars swallowed up in
darkness.
A bloody snake in a dark damp cathedral room
echoes it's silent scream
slimy cobblestone and ancient murder
mysterious statues and a rusty throne
carvings with evil intentions
running all along the slithery wall
with ruby eyes that whisper
the eyes that open up
unveil a fantastic knowledge that
still is unknown to me
yet lingers, forbidden
in the back of my mind
but comes to me whenever I see
this twilight
magic purple moon and shadowed truth
not a dream...it's in my reach
somewhere I've been before I know it
still exists
and I could just touch it and see...
Fog curls around me climbing upward
tendrils of smoke, wisps of
exquisite art and silver linings
The unknown Person who saves me
lifts me from the fog and carries me
to a beautiful rose garden with tall bushes
a table set up that awaits me
We sit down and discuss
my past, present, and future
I remember everything now, and no
this is not a dream
that mistake in thinking clouded my mind before
but now
this truth rains down on me
shining droplets that give me life.
Please review!! It would make me really happy. ;)