Disclaimer: House Slytherin belongs to JKRowling.
Author's note: Okay, the scary thing about this is that I don't remember writing it AT ALL. This free verse thing must have sprouted sometime in the middle of the night, 'cause I fell asleep at 1 with a blank notebook beside me and woke up at 11 with this.....Slytherin outlook on life
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What is it that runs through our veins when we sit up at night, staring at the emerald green curtains, unable to shut an eyes because the mind keeps moving? A piece of it never stops creeping about with forked tounges,
sensing, tasting, feeling the tapestry,
down the hallyway,
past the dungeons,
up the steps,
out the door,
And suddenly the world opens, tremendous to feast upon.
Look at the stars tonight.
They whisper do you, don't they?
They tell of great tales, spin like cobwebs 'cross the sky, glistening with dew.
Should you touch them, silver child?
(silver child...never gold)
Ah, but whats the risk?
One so great, it binds you to the night,
eternally aching from the hunger,
The need,
To sink your fangs into the moon.
Passionate as zephyrs wide, mad obsession drives you up, careless of your footholds...
You burn your bridges.
Never look back, afraid to see if you've only plunged down,
Never look back, you're almost....
But then you glance around...
And you're just a Slytherin, trying to fall asleep.
Author's note: Okay, the scary thing about this is that I don't remember writing it AT ALL. This free verse thing must have sprouted sometime in the middle of the night, 'cause I fell asleep at 1 with a blank notebook beside me and woke up at 11 with this.....Slytherin outlook on life
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What is it that runs through our veins when we sit up at night, staring at the emerald green curtains, unable to shut an eyes because the mind keeps moving? A piece of it never stops creeping about with forked tounges,
sensing, tasting, feeling the tapestry,
down the hallyway,
past the dungeons,
up the steps,
out the door,
And suddenly the world opens, tremendous to feast upon.
Look at the stars tonight.
They whisper do you, don't they?
They tell of great tales, spin like cobwebs 'cross the sky, glistening with dew.
Should you touch them, silver child?
(silver child...never gold)
Ah, but whats the risk?
One so great, it binds you to the night,
eternally aching from the hunger,
The need,
To sink your fangs into the moon.
Passionate as zephyrs wide, mad obsession drives you up, careless of your footholds...
You burn your bridges.
Never look back, afraid to see if you've only plunged down,
Never look back, you're almost....
But then you glance around...
And you're just a Slytherin, trying to fall asleep.