Authors Note: Heh, this is my first story/poemy thing. So bear with me. I tried. I adapted this from a poem I wrote before. Tell me if you liked it! (that's what the little blue button's for) PS: This is sorta from Ginny POV.


The oak tree outside the window casts

Shadows on the wall.

Memories of better times,

Where the red-haired family had laughed

And lived

And weren't scared of the

Shadows on the wall

When the starlight had cast

Dancing, dancing

Shadows

Of the tree limbs and snowflakes

Now the wind whistles eerily

The leafless trees bend

Through one cracked window you can see

Shadows on the wall

She stares at the shadows

Entranced

She remembers better times, too

When her brothers had pulled her pigtails

And made her laugh and scream.

All that was left now

Were shadows on the wall.