The Fallen Angel

Crawling through the puddle of midnight oil,an angel of wings clipped and feathers ruffled,yearning for the release of the dreary toil.

Rending cries of pain silent and muffled,once a beacon of light now covered in blood,his past and present and future all shuffled.

The beast sights a dandelion lone in the mud,jerking limbless spasmodic, he turns to it and cries,"Why have you forsaken me, pitiful bud,

both you and your endless lies?"

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Waste none

Once,you are given.

Twice,you are forgiven.

Thrice,you are no more.

Behind the black door.

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Love

He stumbled into the port, towered by an ancient fort.

On the corner stood its ground, the saloon ever safe and sound,

where the old and guilty bathe in rye,where the young and innocent have come to die.

Yet among it all, the Devil's sweet-oh-sweet ball,

He watched her as she goes,caressed by the virtue of the rose,

At him the innkeeper cried: "Oh, my fellow dear, burst in to drown in a pitcher of beer.

But now your senses are flooded,your disposition ere cold-blooded,

overcome by painunder the crimson rain,

by what smells of the spring, and the lily,of the valley of the shadow of death,of evil you shall not fear,

until the very last breath,she will help you steer clear.

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Harry

The skies he grazed,over parallels slid.Huddled and dazed,He searched the crowd amid.

A gruff voice he heard,his name was called.From the eyes of a bird,heads everywhere sprawled.

"Why there you are!", said the man."Hagrid, so good-", Harry began.

"-have you done as told?""I did, bought it with the gold."

Off the train it came,with wheels a-two,one and two the same.

"In the black night,starry and bright.How do I stop it,from taking flight?"

"You park it in front,of the castle of the mind,where none a stunt,would pull of any kind."

"How happy I am, here to be,step by step to my Magic degree!"

"Oh, darn, I've erred again,mistaken Hogwarts for the University of Groningen!"

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Winter

Thick snow on the roof,Windows in orange glow,Her soul is leaving.