User blog:Saeral/Walking along the halls of Hogwarts you stumble upoun

A piece of scrap paper with a scrawl so revolting only PJ StrangeLove could have written it, it seems to be an unfinished poem...

We were lost in the witching waywhere goblins, foul, and demons playstumbling o'er dark knotted roothallowed trees bear the shadow fruitoft we heard strange, foul noises bythe ragged breaths or blood curdling crythe gloom of the forsaken landcursed and fouled by thine shadow hand We were lost in the witching waythe land of death some people saynone traveled down this curs'ed pathlest they stir the most darkest wrathbut one strange thought sprang to one's mindsurely we were easy to find?the foul lands, our beloved homeour names held in this shadow tome We were lost in the witching waywe are demons? so you should saybut you are us and we are you from these foul pits you also grew you! children of this tainted place there's new wonder scribed on thy face for we all are the children here in this land both tragic and queer

we were lost in the witching way the vast land of beauty, most fey the beauty of the twilight gloom