Midnight eyes like diamonds without depth,
Feathers like ink; the blackbird's smiling.
Lips parted, I call it closer, but
On wings of light I watch it fly.
Desert sky, so high above me;
Trance-like state-I keep on going.
I follow a thought, a song, a dream.
Storm clouds gather, darkness closing in,
Thorns on my path, blood is my trail,
Yet as the sky turns grey
I'll walk forever and a day.
Indeed, what are dreams but a feeble butterfly that we're willing to walk after, forever and a day, to catch?
Luna looked up from the parchment and sighed. She wished her mother were there to read her poem. With a painful smile, she picked up the parchment and was about to tear it to pieces when a thought struck her. Maybe Neville would like to take a look at it. She slipped it into her bag.
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