AN: Alright, hello again, world of fanfiction! I'm not dead! Yaya! But yeah, I wrote this to get past a very long writer's block. I think it's gone :)
To the Swedish readers, I'm sure that I will continue with OLHP rather soon, it's just a bit boring and I may have lost the latest chapter (I really hope not).
To the English or, um, other ones? English is my second language, so I'm not sure if this poem-thing is any good. Thanks for taking your time!
Happy New Year!
Deep in the darkness the Department is hidden,
where wind does not dance and light is forbidden
Small are the cells, locked with more than rope
to keep the oxygen from the spark of hope
-v-
Now grey dust lie still and their bones doesn't move,
the cause, for God's sake, will never improve
The walls are rotating, like back in the days,
still trapping Muggles in this black maze
-v-
Stolen from their mothers,
taken by the Brothers,
Like animals these Muggles were slowly torn apart,
Wizards ripping out both brain and heart
-v-
Why this is history we will never know,
Wizards and Witches, their hearts cold like snow
Unspeakables were bored, and no one stood in their way
Not even the Minister himself had a say
-v-
Nowadays, the Chambers are used for good
with science and magic, research in old wood
The secrets of time and death will soon be explained,
what if the blood on the walls never was stained?
-v-
Their bodies long gone, buried or burned,
in vain they were killed, 'cause nothing was learned
Because of that, these souls can never rest,
until their saviour reach his best.
AN: Yeah... That's it. A little headcanon thing of mine - what the department was used for in the old days. Well, have a good 2017 and bye to 2016...
Thanks for encouraging me to publish this, Liz 3