DracoCaminus

I saw you standing in the hallway You were grinning broadly I was nervous I turned my head to watch the progress I turned back, and you startled me I liked you then We stood together Our backs to the sun We huddled Our faces were together We stopped, then walked away We sat, we stared...woefully We stood, you pulled me close I LOVED YOU THEN! I remember your face in the hallway I remember your grin I remember the look in your eyes..."gorgeous" I thought..."silly boy, you must never have seen beauty" I remember the Jabberwock, my friend You sat there eating, and I respected you then You traced the lines on the back of my ha

"When I look into your eyes, there's nothing there to see...." -But a wide black hole Feeding on your soul. Did you have one before? Then you surely fooled me. You don't have eyes anymore Just blank black sockets Leeching on my life. Your eyes were never there. I saw the hair on the back of your head Stand from all your fearfulness of me For I am your greatest enemy, The arch Nemesis. I haunt your dreams don't I? The weird disturbing ones you tell of? The guilt that fills inside with every thought of me Caused by every thought of you; Heart for Heart and Blood for Blood - you die Slowly, unreadily, you don't know it yet,

The Horse Chase   It was July, 1998.  The sky was robin's egg blue, and a gentle breeze tripped across the atmosphere chasing thin clouds along like bumper cars.  The two girls, Marian and Katie had gone down to Katie's barn to take a walk.  They'd been best friends for years, and at age thirteen had made up names for each other.  Marian was "Milo", and Katie was "Otis".     They strolled into the back pasture chatting about things that concern 13-year-olds, and saw a grey fuzzy thing laying several feet away from the big oak tree.  Katie remembered the time when her father had found an injured Great Horned Owl in just about the same spot

An Enthusiastic Reader to Her Book Take me away, away from here To where the crystal skies are clear Or where there falls torrential rain Upon a sunny summer plain. Give me a hero, grand and strong To rescue damsels the day long, To challenge men by tip of lance Or pull a sword with sturdy stance. Give me a villain massive that Could beat the hero's mission flat Keeping him from a smooth glory Oh what an exciting story! Where e'er you go, I will follow On the swift wings of a swallow And if these things to me you give To you I'll give a shelf to live. A shelf which I'll dust everyday And on your sides I'll plainly lay Two b

Ode on "A Change of Season" You tell the story of a little boy Who walks alone out into the courtyard. Alone, but for the weight of lead alloy Sitting, and hooting there upon his arm. The bird's soft feathers, quite as white as snow, And in this courtyard perfectly she blends, Her amber eyes stare up, out, and below, He walks further and then his arm extends. And in a rush of wings the weight is gone. With the peace of winter, the boy looks on. She's flying very high and soaring free Among the rooftops and the Quidditch pitch. And then the little boy begins to see A change of season, coming, flying, which Is brought about when

Pride Goeth Before A Fall All throughout time, civilizations fought And to their countries death and slaughter brought. Though some luckily did not suffer much The good were kept unharmed and safe and such. In Dublin once there was a king of great Who warred against a king in other state. The Dublin king was fine and fair a man He came from a highly respected clan. McBride his name he shared his wealth with all In naught a million years this king would fall. In Hertfordshire the other did reside This king did cheat, was cruel, and also lied. With condescension did he treat his men He was right, never wrong; never open To the su