Too much has been said
Too easy has it been made for cruel words to get
Too deep into the head
Of an eleven year old
The brave, strong Gryffindoors
The lions amongst the crowd
Always walking upright, always proud
To fulfill their way sophisticated chores
But who grants a lion
A speck of self doupt?
The educated Ravenclaw
Their nose - like a beak up in the sky
Watching carefully, with an eagle's eye
Those less than them, those unknowing and raw
But who befriends someone
Whose pitiful flaws they never saw?
The shy and quiet Hufflepuff
Their socially awkward way
Through the halls, stumbling away
All loyal and friendly, but never enough
But who will ever whitness
All the beasts they have to slay?
The evil, cunning Slytherin
The masters of the darkest arts
Those precisely reading into your cards
And playing them to suit their kin
But who will look me in the eye
And purge my heart of ancient sin?