Poetry Column
- By Ragna
Bloody History

I bid ye, hear my tale
For, hopefully, you won't follow
My sad and dark trail
That makes me hollow

I loved an intelligent lady
Ravenclaw's own pride and joy
Never did she seemed shady
In a way, it was all a ploy

Stealing the diadem of her mothers
And fleeing Hogwarts to the mainland
I have never been conflicted with my druthers
As when Rowena gave her demand

Here is where my story starts to sadden
For Helena did not wish to go back
Her refusal caused my mind to madden
And I let loose a vicious attack

Seeing the blood pooled around her
Snapped me out of my rage
I still know not how I let this occur
But I know only one way to assuage

As I lived by wand and sword, so I die
And upon becoming a ghost
Returning to Hogwarts to let years go by
Paying my penance to the utmost

And now I bid ye, hear my tale
Told so you won't follow
The sad and dark trail
That made me so hollow