In the heart of Hogwarts, where magic does reside,
Dragons of old, with wings spread wide,
Gathered around a rose, fading and frail,
Their fiery breath, a gentle gale.
With scales of gold and eyes aglow,
They whispered secrets only they know,
Their mighty forms, so tender and kind,
Shielding the rose from fate unkind.
Each beat of their wings, a soothing song,
As they nurtured the rose, for it did belong,
To the enchanted grounds where dreams take flight,
And love blooms eternal in the darkest night.
Though time may wither, and petals may fall,
In the embrace of dragons, the rose stands tall,
For in Hogwarts' care, where magic thrives,
Even the dying bloom still survives.
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Poems Hogwarts & wizarding world
PoetryHogwarts & wizarding world, poems Using my own writing and mixed with a little ChatGPT
