Starting to love poetry
The Whispering Walls of Hogwarts
Sunlight paints the towers gold,
A story centuries old.
Stone breathes secrets, etched in time,
A magic whispers, pure and prime.
The Great Hall waits, a grand display,
Where feasts and friendships light the day.
Four tables stretch, a vibrant sight,
Gryffindor's gold, Ravenclaw's bright.
Hufflepuff's warmth, a yellow gleam,
Slytherin's silver, a shadowed dream.
Up winding stairs, the portraits gaze,
Through painted eyes, in misty haze.
They watch the students, young and bold,
As ancient tales are slowly told.
The Fat Lady guards a hidden door,
Where laughter echoes, and knowledge pours.
The library calls, a silent keep,
Where dusty volumes softly sleep.
Forbidden sections, secrets hide,
For curious minds, who bravely stride.
Beneath the surface, truths unfold,
In spells and potions, brave and bold.
The classrooms hum with whispered lore,
As professors teach, and students explore.
Charms and Defense, Transfiguration's art,
To mend the world, and play their part.
The corridors twist, a maze unknown,
Where hidden passages are often shown.
The Quidditch pitch, a soaring space,
Where Seekers fly with speed and grace.
The Bludgers crash, the crowd cheers loud,
Amidst the clouds, above the crowd.
Victories won, and spirits high,
Beneath the vast and endless sky.
But Hogwarts isn't just a place,
It's etched within the heart's embrace.
A home for dreams, a learning quest,
Where magic blooms, and spirits rest.
A bond that time can never break,
For Hogwarts' sake, for goodness sake.
Sunlight paints the towers gold,
A story centuries old.
Stone breathes secrets, etched in time,
A magic whispers, pure and prime.
The Great Hall waits, a grand display,
Where feasts and friendships light the day.
Four tables stretch, a vibrant sight,
Gryffindor's gold, Ravenclaw's bright.
Hufflepuff's warmth, a yellow gleam,
Slytherin's silver, a shadowed dream.
Up winding stairs, the portraits gaze,
Through painted eyes, in misty haze.
They watch the students, young and bold,
As ancient tales are slowly told.
The Fat Lady guards a hidden door,
Where laughter echoes, and knowledge pours.
The library calls, a silent keep,
Where dusty volumes softly sleep.
Forbidden sections, secrets hide,
For curious minds, who bravely stride.
Beneath the surface, truths unfold,
In spells and potions, brave and bold.
The classrooms hum with whispered lore,
As professors teach, and students explore.
Charms and Defense, Transfiguration's art,
To mend the world, and play their part.
The corridors twist, a maze unknown,
Where hidden passages are often shown.
The Quidditch pitch, a soaring space,
Where Seekers fly with speed and grace.
The Bludgers crash, the crowd cheers loud,
Amidst the clouds, above the crowd.
Victories won, and spirits high,
Beneath the vast and endless sky.
But Hogwarts isn't just a place,
It's etched within the heart's embrace.
A home for dreams, a learning quest,
Where magic blooms, and spirits rest.
A bond that time can never break,
For Hogwarts' sake, for goodness sake.