AN – a somewhat confusing poem that analyzes the 31st's of months that matter… and JK Rowling owns Harry Potter…
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The 31st
The 31st
…Of October
Halloween
Spooks and ghouls
Can be up to no good
This night
…Treachery abounds
… …One particular year
The night his power broke
The night your parents died
The night the world had changed
…And many years later
… …How haunted this night would become
… … …To you
From trolls loose in dungeons, to petrified cats
From a shredded picture, to a glowing red goblet spitting out your name
This night has impacted your life
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The 31st
…Of July
The day you were born
A prophesy made
You later choose to complete, choose to remain pure
Mid-summer
End of the seventh month
And Mars is bright
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Further on back
The one shadowed over you
Was born mid-winter
End of year
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The 31st
…Of December
Handsome as his mother wished
…(Till he tore apart his soul
… …So he could be immortal)
Smarter than any other
Turned his power to the dark arts
And terrorized the world
Marking you as his only equal
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Where does that leave us now?
The battle is just beginning…
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