Just a little evil...

( Poetry - private for only Miles, Rockstar, and Evan )

( {Private to Rook} )

Why do Gryffindors have to get their knickers in a twist over the simplest things? Aren't they supposed to "brave" things like this?

Hexed to be visible only to her secret admirer Miles

the cuts aren't so deep
they heal more each day
why can't i be free
to heal
all along the way

i break apart again
i fall apart again
i make myself again
where do i begin again?

Father finally sent an owl today. It was short, as usual, so I know he's traveling around on business.

( {Hexed Private} )

"Was this the face that launched a thousand ships,
And burnt the topless towers of Ilium?
Sweet Helen, make me immortal with a kiss.—
Her lips suck forth my soul; see where it flies!—
Come, Helen, come, give me my soul again.
Here will I dwell, for heaven be in these lips,
And all is dross that is not Helena."
From the play "The Tragical History of Doctor Faustus" by Christopher Marlowe

I suppose I've been reading too much lately, but I have nothing better to do in this place.

Father's been acquiring books from the 1800s for me as of late. Anything I fancy. He actually sent two with his owl. And they are quite beautiful to be so old. A little yellowing, but in very good condition. I can't wait to read them.

written in her journal for musing

A generous friendship no cold medium knows,
Burns with one love, with one resentment glows.
from The Iliad - Book IX

The best of things, beyond their measure, cloy;
Sleep’s balmy blessing, love’s endearing joy;
The feast, the dance; whate’er mankind desire,
Even the sweet charms of sacred numbers tire.
But Troy for ever reaps a dire delight
In thirst of slaughter, and in lust of fight.
from The Iliad - Book XIII

I wonder what it would be like to be a goddess.

written as before, only hexed so no one but Miles and Augustus can read it

the dark one
motions to me
sending waves upon
my cloudless sea


my heart expands
where there was once hate
love must abide

no it cannot
it must not
it will not do

the dark one
he cannot break me
from what i only
wish to be

written sloppily without a hex

darkness comes
i'm all alone
black thestrals run
they hide from the sun
i close myself in black
hiding from that
which doesn't have a knack
for me

i burrow deep inside
i know it's the one place i can hide
hide who i really am

i'm no princess
i'm no jock
i'm no brain
though i have the knowledge

my life isn't an open book
i hide it away from every crook
from those who would steal it
take it away and never give it back

this is the reason
this is the rhyme
i wear black all of the time

no one can hear me
when i scream
i shut them out
it's easy
or so it seems