A Magical Escape
Author loves travel, books, music, photography, poetry, all of which are the inspiration for her compositions.
A Magical Escape
Coffee cup on the table, reading glasses on
In a quiet corner that only to her is known
Held in hand is a classic masterpiece
Bound to take her to some other place
She turned the page and there at once
Appeared the heroine with a magic wand
And there he is that red-haired boy
A rat he favors as a toy
With them she roamed the castle grounds
And there Alas! The missing one was found
Green-eyed with a toothy grin
Arms outstretched he welcomed them
Known to many as ‘the boy who lived’
To meet his parents he oh so craved
His forehead marked with a lightning-shaped scar
He would later escape in a flying car
To another world they then took off
Greeted by a giant with a heart so soft
A choosy wand, a hat that talks
Moving pictures, a ghost that sulks
Rearranging stairs, flying brooms
A wishing mirror in a vanishing room
Giants, spiders, dragons, snakes
Ghosts, mermaids, plants that squeak
Memories kept safe in a flask
A time-turner for days gone past
A cloak with which to play hide and seek
A gift of a map from the kings of mischief
The three of them seem to always find
The worst of troubles that can come to mind
No other than you-know-who and all his guise
In his quest to be the greatest wizard alive
Encounters with a two-faced man
A monster hidden in his turban
The scattered fragments of his soul
He fervently wish to be restored
A stone with which the dead it can resurrect
A book that through hidden words can speak
A locket the purpose of which is to cloud
One’s judgment through fears and doubts
A cursed ring, a gem, symbols of royalty
A cup, control by means of a prophecy
The green-eyed boy's death he sought through all these
Power and immortality his greatest desire and wish
They stood their ground, hard they fought
For peace to reign and deaths be not for naught
They’ve come together – friends and family
And others of goodwill in the wizarding community
A feathered friend that’s an owl
A wizard that at night would howl
A known murderer who from prison cell has escaped
Whose death they couldn’t help but mourn and weep
A hero thought of as a foe
The departed who returned to lend a hand or two
Everyone else who with their lives have sworn
To never let the battle be by darkness won
Love and goodness at last prevailed
Chants and spells were to their aid
Now they can finally live in peace
And to the fallen pay respect
With a smile she closed the final book
Without realizing it she got so hooked
Watching the sun set she started to ponder
“What kind of world will it be tomorrow?” she wondered
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