Disclaimer: HP belongs to JKR; and the concept "rock God" is absolutely NOT mine. Not in a million years. I am just borrowing them both to have fun.
A/n: Hello everyone, hope you are doing well, and practicing safe social distancing where necessary.
I don't write poems usually, if at all, but upon this restless Friday evening, when my mind is awhirl with wanderlust, I came across this hilarious post on Harmony discord. "But, I felt — and I'm talking years ago when all this was planned — initially, she's terrified by his image. I mean, he's a bit of a rock god to her when she sees him first, at 10 or 11, and he's this famous boy."
from wiki/Harry_Potter.
and well, once inspired, most wretchedly, I operate against my will, and this nondescript product was made.
All things considered, it's a compromise between abstinence from writing and indulgence in Harry& Hermione.
(I couldn't use single/double line break to work to break up the stanzas, which are composed of 4 lines, so I resorted to using the three dots, which have nothing to do with correct punctuation. Please msg me, if you know how to do it, and I would edit the format. For now, please bear with me. Thank you, you lovely lovely folks!)
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O redhead maiden
O redhead maiden, Fate strikes lightning bolts of beseeching scars.
I must not turn around, for she's there, eyes shining in the stars.
O redhead maiden, Fate carves one rock God as your command.
I must rush to you, where hips sashay, floral hair sway as you planned.
...
Blazen and fierce, sleek hair of fire worms its claws everywhere.
Leaving even the most wicked of Slytherin in despair.
People gawk with envy when you kiss my mouth bare.
Then why must I dream of frizzy brown my fingers ensnare?
...
Ascending your pedestal, roars the scaly monster dwelt in my chest.
Looming green-eyed, would it be toad-like, I wonder in awe.
Sinking to good Earth, whispers her velvet skin my hand caresses.
Simpering googly-eyed, ripping her from me, you defy our natural law.
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She's not mine, never to be mine, bushy-haired, and buck-toothed smile.
"Bookish and plain," your sultry voice would croon, "she's well beneath the chosen one."
She's not mine, never to be mine, floating periwinkle she beguiles.
"Bossy and nightmarish," your vicious tongue would whip, "forget her, she's lost and I won."
...
I look at you, aghast, surely you have gone crazed.
Brilliant and kind, constant as sunrise, she led my heart astray.
You bellow at me, amok, she belongs to your brother, I can no longer deny.
Borne our mawkish story, sticky as goo, the greatest of all kinds.
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Tying my shoelace, replacing her, you befit my embrace.
Zipping your dress, freeing her, I become your possessed.
We bond, eternally must it be, though the sludge of phlegm.
Your wits bound you to me, the bat-bogey hex you condemn.
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An impenetrable connection to the dark Lord you and I once shared.
Accidentally slipped my mind, I shrug, what a trivial affair!
The blame you daren't lay on me, whilst your own memory too goes blurry.
Lounging around the sunlit lake, naught to talk, you can only snog in a hurry.
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Bedazzle your rarely ever weepy eyes, wantonly you drag me,
into abandoned broom closets, where I drown my worries away.
Bewitched thou your grapevine popularity, I feel strong urges to flee,
onto the Quidditch pitch, where I keep my private thoughts at bay.
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Befalls the headmaster's tragic death; Begone my days of stealing normalcy.
Understanding my nobility, you hasten me to fight the dark Lord to stay happy.
Heart pounding, hands sweaty, I announce to you it's over, for your protection.
"Beware Veelas, come back to me the hero, mortal danger be damned," your final confession.
...
And thus it ends, this ardent collision of shoelace and dress.
Our symbolic tale of the Boy Who Lived and the fiery princess.
Despondently, I left you twiddling your thumbs.
Resolutely, I vowed to trap all my feelings numb.
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Once upon a dreary day, golden time with you recalled
Now reduced to an inkblot, with her breaths so near, I freefall.
Once upon a stormy night, she chose to stay.
Nestled in my warmth, she murmurs, "It's you, always."
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When you're tucked safe and sound at mummy's place.
She follows me, unwavering, while we're being chased.
Unbidden fear renders, "leave me and be safe," I fervently muttered.
She draws me close, our hands entwined, "We're in this together."
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She is now mine, has always been mine, chestnut curls, and shimmering tears.
"Valiant and passionate," her voice dulcet against my ear. "Your love holds powers of the Sun."
I am now hers, have always been hers, glowing crimson blood, she cheers.
"Courageous, and strong," her lips tender upon my hair. "You saved us. He's lost, and we won."
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I gaze at her, amazed, surely this is a dream.
Beautiful and caring, deep as the oceans, her love for me gleams.
She beams at me, alight, we belong to each other, we can no longer deny.
Unfolds my own artless story, immense as the sky, the most ordinary of all kinds.
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O redhead maiden, I have found my soulmate.
Merrily with this Valentine's, I must inform, we are engaged.
O redhead maiden, I beckon, save our wedding date.
Rapturously with this ode, I must seal with her, my one true love, our kiss of Fate./.
Hope you have a good laugh :)
❤️