AN – a somewhat confusing poem that analyzes the 31st's of months that matter… and JK Rowling owns Harry Potter…

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The 31st

The 31st

…Of October

Halloween

Spooks and ghouls

Can be up to no good

This night

…Treachery abounds

… …One particular year

The night his power broke

The night your parents died

The night the world had changed

…And many years later

… …How haunted this night would become

… … …To you

From trolls loose in dungeons, to petrified cats

From a shredded picture, to a glowing red goblet spitting out your name

This night has impacted your life

The 31st

…Of July

The day you were born

A prophesy made

You later choose to complete, choose to remain pure

Mid-summer

End of the seventh month

And Mars is bright

Further on back

The one shadowed over you

Was born mid-winter

End of year

The 31st

…Of December

Handsome as his mother wished

…(Till he tore apart his soul

… …So he could be immortal)

Smarter than any other

Turned his power to the dark arts

And terrorized the world

Marking you as his only equal

Where does that leave us now?

The battle is just beginning…

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