The eerie silence of the night,
Echoes with the rain light,
As if there’s something,
Waiting to happen.
The meows then that follows,
Somehow remind me of Deathly Hallows,
And how everything led up,
For something to happen.
The shadows play games,
I want to tell whose but I can’t take names,
So all I do is whisper silent charms,
To stop from something to happen.