Here's something I came up with today. Not my best, but then again, I haven't been writing in a long time, owing to exams and the end of the school year and such things that complicate a teenager's life...

Anyway, on with the poem, hope you enjoy it!


The Forbidden Forest
~Or a first-year's account of a night of adventure~

Burnt umber twigs frame
the entrance to the impenetrable darkness
of oozing magic. Great, gnarled trunks
twist and spiral, ever reaching
towards the night sky. Littered with stars
that are now but obscured
by the swishing, mahogany canopy
of the Forbidden Forest.

The eldest oaks and ageless elms
tower menacingly, as deeper and further in
our visitor dares to venture. Tread
with care, newcomer, and beware
the bitter howl of the werewolf.

There! see? Shimmering silver
from a unicorn's veins, severed
by some daring evil. A terror
roams the paths ahead. A print,
an indent on the shadowed moss,
will lead you to the centaurs. But do not
disturb the stargazers this night.

A hoot, a flutter, a mouse's shriek,
and the tawny owl is gone.
Black spiders, as large as plates
and as swift as a Firebolt, scuttle
to investigate the murder scene.
You must make sure, dear guest,
that your trail leads not to Aragog.

The flicker of the Lumos illuminates
a fiend's grey hood. Coldness
seeps into your bones as your wand
clutters to the ground. The clutch of terror
binds your limbs by invisible tethers,
and the rebelling Dementor approaches.
It should be guarding the gates,
but it abandoned post.

Already the skeletal fingers encircle
your dry throat, already
the breath in the hood rattles
the sound of your death.
But what's this?
A wolf! nay, a dog, a
great black brute with its master.
Bounding at you with a stray Patronus
following closely behind. As you collapse
you see a familar face -
and then no more.

The Gamekeeper and his pink umbrella
have accompanied Fang to the rescue.