A great big castle looms in the night
A glorious, imperial, but forlorn sight
Not a merry voice rings up to the rugged crest of the mountain
But laments, tears, and more at their kith and kin’s destruction
The air is rent with sobs and screams
Of misery, death, of crushed dreams
Hogwarts castle shines in the dark
Its occupants victorious, have overthrown the ogliarch
Exhiliration and joy would later come
But slower, slower than the rising sun
Now there is only slow pain
Poisonous, toxic, like the bane
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