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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required * For J.K. Rowling * ~ now, deliberate your hearing to bring back the pages torn senses lost upon the cursing of a rose, but ne'er its thorn a gifted sock to save an elf though not one minute worn and the white tomb trembles the white tomb trembles ... now, obliviate your parents and we'll play upon their bed thus spin the deathly hallows and turn time upon its head permit a spell of faretheewell while splinched, it waxes red and the white tomb trembles the white tomb trembles ... now, ambivalence is dancing for the thestrals on the wing and one stick of finest elder makes a molten marrow sing burned to hail a master risen born and blackened for a ring and the white tomb trembles the white tomb trembles ... now, we ordinate a cupboard to spew saviors from its dark stain the forehead of a child with a vicious monster's mark grant him fire to fight the fire tho' he can't yet make a spark and the white tomb trembles the white tomb trembles ... now, a caliphate is searching for a wand, a stone and cloak while the doppelgangers utter incantations breathed to stoke all the fires that now engulf us as we chasten time and choke and the white tomb trembles the white tomb trembles ... now, he's preordained to vilify the lamp with frightened cries and tarry long enough to steal the flames from hearts or eyes as he finds his sickly pleasures gazing deep, a spark that dies and the white tomb trembles the white tomb trembles ... now, a monster was created from this monster that, in turn spun his curses on their heads and insured that he would burn his evil seed has grown a weed that reaped one heaped return and the white tomb trembles the white tomb trembles ... now, far above the highest fells 'midst brumal mists of gloaming a phoenix flies to shed the dew and set one grand soul roaming but in that seeming placid place a young man's ocean's foaming and the white tomb trembles the white tomb trembles ... now the portkeys are disarming with green goblets or old boots placed to trick a lad to treason while a grave yawns in dispute and blood taken from an enemy binds their wounds in ill reputes and the white tomb trembles the white tomb trembles ... now, a patronus found prancing 'midst a wood of darkened deed hides a secret meant for tearing near the end of weeping's need as a drowning sword of Gryffindor glints to grant the goblin's greed and the white tomb trembles the white tomb trembles ... now, a beast with name forsaken waits to steal souls in the wood and the voice that left all shaken hides its true face 'neath a hood while he only takes what's given of the boy's heart true and good and the white tomb trembles the white tomb trembles ... now, the heavens cry in plasma and the ground shakes in dismay all the ramparts thus dismantled for the price that love must pay and the elder wand once hidden now strains for his twisted way and the white tomb trembles the white tomb trembles ... now, a laden lad must barter trading death for death, alone and as laurel for that martyr find redemption with a stone yet that horror laid before him freezes marrow to the bone and the white tomb trembles the white tomb trembles … now, the master of that grave is come to question for his Id to place heaven as a garland for the creature, bloody, hid yet his final choice is clearly but a feral scratching’s bid and the white tomb trembles the white tomb trembles … now, a train of peace moves on without its dearest little prince as the final card is yet unplayed the wounds now brought to wince oh, true heroes ne’er have allied with such meekness, ‘fore or since and the white tomb trembles the white tomb trembles … now, the stairs and steeples quiver through their songs to ‘stead obey what the animus in all her strength has brought, from stones and clay forth to thus defend a blessed oath ‘midst hopes, should birth the day and the white tomb trembles the white tomb trembles … now, the battle waged, penultimate greets dawn with prayers all crossed for the beast was vanquished angrily though drenched with bloody costs and a war so won is sans its sweet for the treasured lives, thus lost and the white tomb trembles the white tomb trembles … now, a boy came from a cupboard found one strange and magic life though the auror he became could not have dreamt such fear or strife that he would be the cutting edge this charmed and dreadful knife or save the world from evil with love and friendship, rife the son of James and wife and the white tomb trembles … no more.
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