A Rose In Ruins Poem by Tajalla Qureshi

The Deadly Hallows click
Culprit the zenith of clips
Disperse the potion of grips
Even though the elf's skip

And the dark shadows shower
the deadly spells to land the lower
Slytherin switches extremely hover
Around the fences of the faery chamber

The clout of barricades attempting to curse
the magnificence and diligence of murmurs
Under the depth of the other world, slowly furs
Over there, the dementors dwell for years

And the terrible basilisk waits
for the one drop of red blood to ruin the gates
Unveil the dark magic trance on the mate
Dwell down, words wound, bell bounds the fate

Yet, the only queen of the elder wand
the rose petal that Lili sent, the hearth of Hagrid land
the firmness in Severus' eyes, all over the beyond
She, the divine emerald, believer of Expecto Patronum, glass from the pound

Pride of newness in the Muggle World,
Eyes with fumes of fragrance whirled
Divulging the diamond-like pearled
High the heels, she the concerned

Ignition of redness in the pasture of action
Holder of wand wisely won, the affection
Centuries moan for redress of terrible motion
She, raised as a rose often ruined in silly potion

Nevertheless, the protection protects
the warmness, calmness, and stops mercilessness
that affect
She, blinks in the belief of Potter, James, and Albus,
the Spect
Even in the end, the heart seels the unrevealed kept.