Abracadabra

Born was she,

With a wand in hand,

Mother of Magic,

Dreamer with a logic

Raised was she,

To be a girl,

With no magic,

With no logic

Time flew by,

No wonder why,

Her heart bled,

Her voice unheard

Yet she smiled,

Like a star on the darkest night,

Darkness on her,

Yearning for light

At last it happened,

Swish of hand,

Flick of the wand,

L-U-M-O-S

Harry it was,

A little late though,

Magic exists,maybe.

Happy weekend!

Stay sparkly!