f a l s e s t a r s
(they twinkle like the night sky, yet are imprisoned upon a pale white finger)
Hogwarts ends after this night,
your last few hours in this thought-to-be prison
(but is it really? Or is a sanctuary?)
(Where you can be away from the mess that is your life-)
Lucius proposes with a diamond ring-
It shines like sparklers under the evening sky
It sparkles like a smile in the dark of deception
Glinting with concealed malice, with a curtain of pureness and respect
(has he captured the stars?)
(has he captured your heart?)
the jewel glows like a silver halo (about your perfect finger)
portraying itself clearly against your pale thin hands-
at least you have somewhere to go.
Somewhere to call home,
(although it will never truly be.)
Where is home? Where has been home, all this time?
The tinny little voice in your ear sounds: Hogwarts! Hogwarts!
(Hogwarts is no longer yours to reside in)
the night sky is the same as a Malfoy, with the Malfoys,
but much more different.
Second star to the right, and straight on till morning! -Peter Pan