Wednesday, July 15, 2009
Revelling with Ron and Hermione, he
Reveals what the great sorcerers fear.
Young, though not naive
Perfected he has, his moves
Ogres Giants Dark magic, Beaten
Them, through and through.
Time has broadened his horizons, wizened him.
Ebullient Quidditch player, he has no airs.
Reopen his wounds never, Is just what I prefer.
Prompted @ Acrostic Only
P.S.: This is more than a poem for me. Harry Potter is like, well god for me. I did not write it as a poem or as any literary peice, but somethig from my heart. I am the craziest Potter fan I have ever seen. And Proud to be one. I could go on..but well.. I have to read my Half Blood Prince now. :P