Bubble, Bubble, Toil and Trouble-- A Next-Generation-Harry-Potter Tale.
PART I: Faded
Chapter 7: Sola Scamander, Poem
Sola Scamander
Poem
The vagabond in me
Still sings
I see the shadows of lost images
Upon the stone walls of the castle
Each face ties me here
Yet I remember
The things I've seen
The places I've left an aura of my presence
Where I held my mother's hand
Where I gasped or sighed
I have brought back pieces with me
And still I am the old person
Who came here years before
A mission I don't have
But it's odd just the same
How I am two people at once
How I am millions of people,
Each of them standing in a different place
With her hand raised in the air
Listening to the others, looking through their eyes
It's good to be back
But in an empty way
Sometimes I'd rather be
In another's body
But at least I still see what she sees
For I am she, and she is me..
The vagabond in me
Still sings.
