A poem of love By the Bloody Baron
Oh, shoe of Hermione's,
Ye hath summoned the emotion of love from my icy heart,
Like the sun on the horizon ye rise
To warm my life. And onto evil ye descend,
Crushing it like a can. A can of hatred.
Red, like a precious ruby,
With white laces that glow like the mystic moon.
Perhaps, my darling, we shall meet again,
In the Hogwarts corridors of ancient,
Lovers eyes connect, feelings of desire,
Our bodes will attract in magnetic pull,
Yet alas! Woe is me!
Since mortal death stole my flesh I have no substance,
My feet of mist will never know the bliss of thine warm support,
Never in the snow shall we walk,
Never will I wear ye with pride.
If in my chest, a heart lay beating, it would ache for my longing.
Oh shoe of Hermione's,
Say that ye feel the same…please.