Harry Potter Puttin' on the Ritz
Because sometimes, to get through the day, we need just a touch of Harry in the night.
|Date:||October 6th, 2007 01:08 am (UTC)|| |
Sometimes you need a touch of Harry, sometimes you don't.
“The third hour of the drowsy night”
This darkness presses ever in
(I hold my post and guard my mind).
How I wish to God I’d been
a little less to it inclined.
Now my penance is to fight,
and mock, and frighten into sense
The Boy Who Lived. I might
succeed, though he is proud—and dense.
Still I watch (my dungeon light
burning down the tedious minute).
Impatient for a peaceful night
without a touch of Harry in it.