House of the Silver Snake

There is a house at Hogwarts,
They call it Slytherin.
It's been the ruin of many a pure witch
Once she was sorted in.

With one foot in the Dark Arts,
The other in the flame,
The head of house is Severus Snape
With bravery and shame.

Oh mother, tell my sisters
Not to go where I have gone.
When the Sorting Hat is on your head,
Just choose a different one.

Oh mothers, tell your wizards
That it's for their own sake.
Don't follow in the Dark Arts
In the house of the silver snake.

There is a house at Hogwarts,
They call it Slytherin.
It's been the ruin of many a pure witch
Once she was sorted in.

Horror in My Soul

There is horror in my soul today,
And bitterness and gloom.
More umbrage than can be held
In any earthly doom.
There is horror, darkest horror
That corrodes each corner of my soul.
Each waking day and deathly night,
There is horror in my soul.

There is night time in my soul today.
I never knew the sun.
Each day and night I must keep
A candle burning dim.
There is horror, darkest horror
That corrodes each corner of my soul.
Each waking day and deathly night,
There is horror in my soul.

There is winter in my soul today,
Frozen, ghastly and grim;
And falling from the sky above
Are wings of cherubim.
There is horror, darkest horror
That corrodes each corner of my soul.
Each waking day and deathly night,
There is horror in my soul.

There is madness in my soul today,
An impenetrable fog
Where ghosts are hazy shadows near
And memories walk on.
There is horror, darkest horror
That corrodes each corner of my soul.
Each waking day and deathly night,
There is horror in my soul.

The Man with a Face

There's a man with a face on the back of his head
He did whatever the head-face said.
He wore a large turban to cover his plight
For the face on his head was a gruesome sight.

He was a professor at old Hogwarts,
But the job was cursed, and so he was forced
To travel the world after just one year,
And when he returned he was filled with fear.

He never did say what horrors he faced,
But when he came back, his hair had been replaced
With a pasty, writhing, evil mug
That survived by drinking unicorn blood.

There's a man with a face on the back of his head
He did whatever the head-face said.
He wore a large turban to cover his plight
For the face on his head was a gruesome sight.

So Lovely

I saw her walking
Down by the sea
Atop the cliffs were
Just her and me.

“You’ve a new mantua
Of silk and linen.
Can your father grant
Such costly clothing?

Do you keep your figure
With stays and poison?
Is it for yourself
Or another reason?

For you are so lovely, love
From your skin to your bones
For you are so lovely, love
And I’ll hold you close
For you are so lovely, love
When you scream such lovely tones.

Where is your love, love?
He comes here nightly
I know you think of him
When you smile brightly.

Where is your love, love?
I’ve often seen him
With velvet coat and
An up-cocked hat brim.

Does he bring you gold, love?
Does he bring you silver?
Does he kiss your lips, love?
Does he make you quiver?

Who is your love, love?
A robber of the sea?
Is he a gentle noble?
Is he better than me?

For you are so lovely, love
From your skin to your bones
For you are so lovely, love
And I’ll hold you close
For you are so lovely, love
When you scream such lovely tones.”


She swam so lovely
Just like a mermaid.
With her ankles bound
And her petticoats swirling.

And down she sank
Through aphotic swelling.
And if she shall surface
There is no telling.

For you are so lovely, love
From your skin to your bones
For you are so lovely, love
Now he’ll never hold you close
For you are so lovely, love
When you scream such lovely tones.

Ballad of Bracken

He was born a unicorn
But he lost all three of his horns
An evil man locked him up tight
He paced the dungeons through an endless night

The first horn he gave away
To a man who saved the day
The third horn was made into a cup
That helped lock the demons up

Yeah he was born a unicorn
But he lost all three of his horns
He’s trapped in his avatar form
But he was born a unicorn

The second horn was stolen, you see
By a villain with treachery
That evil man locked him up tight
Until he met a girl who shone bright

Yeah he was born a unicorn
Until he lost all three of his horns
When he looked into her mind
He knew that she was fairykind

They escaped and went on a quest
Protect Eternals, they did their best
When his second horn came into sight
He had to laugh and win the fight

Yeah he was born a unicorn
Now he got back his second horn
From his body a brilliant light poured
And his horn turned into a sword

Dragon, man, and fairykind
Are his companions, they’re determined
Narcoblix, shadow charmer, golem too
And the satyrs were part of his crew

‘Cause he was born a unicorn
He can make a sword from his horn
Now they’re off to the demon gate
The end of the world to await

The Fairy Queen helped with the fight
And they battled the darkness with light
Though he may look just like a man
He’s a unicorn and he has a plan

Yeah he was born a unicorn
Without his horns he felt so forlorn
That all changed when he made up his mind
To spend his life with the fairykind

Yeah he was born a unicorn
He felt so awesome when he found his horn
He had to stay in his avatar form
But he will always be a unicorn

Robot War

Be alert, my love
And stand your ground
Against this robot army
It’s just you and me now,
But we will make it out

There was nothing on the news
But lies, for they refuse
To let the people know their lot
Or let the people fight their fight

Be alert, my love
And stand your ground
This war will be over soon
There will be peace on this earth

And why do you love me?
When I could be one of them
Could turn around, betray mankind
Join my mechanical brothers.
But I am made from living flesh
As testified by these scars.

Stand your ground, my love
Be alert and stay inside
It’s just you and me,
But this war will be over soon.

Just a few more moments now
As I step into the mainframe
To give the order
I could kill all humans
But there is no love to be found
With the digital.
I may be one of them
But I am not with them.

Hold still my love.
My brain is full of nanites,
But I have a beating heart.
This war will be over soon,
And we will make it out.

James's Son

James, he played Quidditch
Played it very well
He could catch the Snitch
The way he could cast a spell
He’d make the crowd love him
Before the game was done
You have your father’s skill.
You are your father’s son.

James never knew
Voldemort was on his way
He had other worries
And other games to play
When Voldy came and killed him,
I just had to run
The only thing in my head—
I had to save James's son.

I couldn’t feel goodness,
I couldn’t see light
I was in Azkaban,
The prison filled with fright.
Anger without comfort,
Screams without sound.
Only darkness and pain
The anger and pain
I escaped from the pain
There was new hope when I found
That Wormtail was still around.

James, he played Quidditch
He would be playing still.
I just can't forget him
I know I never will.
I'm fed up with excuses
I have only one:
You have your father’s skill.
I can see that
You are your father’s son.