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.
