Author has written 5 stories for Harry Potter.
“Just because a bird is black doesn’t mean it is evil, Harry,” Dumbledore replied softly, but loud enough for most everyone to hear.
“Correct Headmaster,” I said pleased with where this was going. “And just because we are Slytherins, doesn’t mean we are evil. Just because others are light wizards doesn’t mean that they are entirely good. Just because someone is old, doesn’t mean they are wise. Just because someone is powerful doesn’t mean they are strong. Just because someone makes a mistake doesn’t mean they are irredeemable. Just because someone has knowledge doesn’t mean they are smart. Just because someone has killed doesn’t mean they should be condemned. And just because I said this, doesn’t make it truth. So tell me professor, which one are you?”
Chasm of Darkness by Twinfetish
- Edgar Allan Poe -
Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.
Life with men is like a deck of cards... You need a Heart to love them, a Diamond to marry them, a Club to beat them, and a Spade to bury the bastards"
h t t p : / / w w w . y o u t u b e . c o m / w a t c h ? v = S O i M V P S z r 7 E & f e a t u r e = r e l a t e d
The truth is that our finest moments are more likely to occur when we are feeling deeply uncomfortable, unhappy, or unfulfilled. For it is only in such moments, propelled by our discomfort, that we are likely to step out of our ruts and start searching for different ways or truer answers.”
Who rides there so late through the night dark and drear?
The father it is, with his infant so dear;
He holdeth the boy tightly clasp'd in his arm,
He holdeth him safely, he keepeth him warm.
"My son, wherefore seek'st thou thy face thus to hide?"
"Look, father, the Elf King is close by our side!
Dost see not the Elf King, with crown and with train?"
"My son, 'tis the mist rising over the plain."
"Oh, come, thou dear infant! oh come thou with me!
For many a game I will play there with thee;
On my strand, lovely flowers their blossoms unfold,
My mother shall grace thee with garments of gold."
"My father, my father, and dost thou not hear
The words that the Elf King now breathes in mine ear?"
"Be calm, dearest child, thy fancy deceives;
the wind is sighing through withering leaves."
"Wilt go, then, dear infant, wilt go with me there?
My daughters shall tend thee with sisterly care
My daughters by night on the dance floor you lead,
They'll cradle and rock thee, and sing thee to sleep."
"My father, my father, and dost thou not see,
How the Elf King is showing his daughters to me?"
"My darling, my darling, I see it aright,
'Tis the aged grey willows deceiving thy sight."
"I love thee, I'm charm'd by thy beauty, dear boy!
And if thou aren't willing, then force I'll employ."
"My father, my father, he seizes me fast,
For sorely the Elf King has hurt me at last."
The father now gallops, with terror half wild,
He holds in his arms the shuddering child;
He reaches his farmstead with toil and with dread,--
The child in his arms he finds motionless, dead.
h t t p: / / w w w . y o u t u b e . c o m / w a t c h ? v = S O i M V P S z r 7 E & f e a t u r e = r e l a t e d
For my own part, I have never had a thought
Which I could not set down in words
With even more distinctness that which I conceived it.
There is however a class of fancies of exquisite delicacy
Which are not thoughts and to which as yet
I have found it absolutely impossible to adapt to language.
These fancies arise in the soul,
Alas how rarely, only at epochs
Of most intense tranquillity
When the bodily and mental health are in perfection.
And those mere points of time
When the confines of the waking world
Blend with the world of dreams.
And so I captured this fancy
Where all that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.