Are you ready for some Quidditch troops? Brooms at the ready... Let's head out onto the pitch with our Pride held high!!
Some call it magic,
These things that I see.
And I don't understand
Why it happens to me.
But I know that I have it,
For it blooms from within.
It beckons and calls
As I weave and I spin.
Some call it magic,
These things that I see.
I must listen and learn
As ancient voices guide me.
Their magic is strong,
So I answer their call.
For I am sorted
To the best house of all.
The Mighty Ravenclaw!
These things that I see.
And I don't understand
Why it happens to me.
But I know that I have it,
For it blooms from within.
It beckons and calls
As I weave and I spin.
Some call it magic,
These things that I see.
I must listen and learn
As ancient voices guide me.
Their magic is strong,
So I answer their call.
For I am sorted
To the best house of all.
The Mighty Ravenclaw!
We can do it Ravenclaw! Go, Fight, and SOAR HIGH!!
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Love it! Great poem. Soar Ravenclaw!
Amethyst
Anonymous said...
September 27, 2008 at 6:26 AM