To Hogwarts, my Beloved

History has blessed
The old castle with the best.
It sees the knew,
Yet retains what it knew.
Thousands of years,
But it's ending never nears.
Wizards and witches have walked
In your corridors and have chalked
Their stories deep within
The stones that make your walls,
That may crumble,
But your pride never falls.
All the intricate details of your history
Are destined to remain a mystery.
Secrets hid, fears rid,
All that your students ever did
Are known to you, and to you only
For many abandoned students,
You were a family.
The four houses had different dormitories,
And amongst themselves they formed enemies;
Yet you united them under one huge roof,
Still allowing them to follow their own destiny.
You taught them, educated them,
Made them who they were.
More than just a monument,
To the sufferings your students bore.
You are still here,
A home to lost souls.
Always a comfort,
To a home sick child who moans.