Disclamier: I do not own anything created by J. K. Rowling, this is simply for fun.
Twist Of Skin
sometimes I wonder where you go
and I listen slowly silent closely
for those steps to echo in the halls
but the weather here is loud tonight
and the daybreak is far from my sight
who knows where the whistle wind blows
in the twists and turnings of the scarecrow
quiet now as only they know how
leaves drift across my windowpane
listening in on conversation mundane
without warning the worker's bell rung
sending a message to the serpent's tower struck
scales are shifting by the hour
no longer trapped in the ones they devour
are you too late to stop from sliding
into the plot that the writer is hiding
where do you step that is so needed
when not even your words are heeded
too late now I've seen the truth
too late for all of us we've been poisoned too
that bite has stung I won't deny
even when loyal feelings I try to hide
it's gone on too long to stop just yet
remember the price- begin the bet
Truls, Dec. 10, 2005