Helena Ravenclaw

by Ghost Chasers

The wit of others

You did want

With your scorn

The Baron you did taunt.

You stole his breath away,

He thought you stunning.

But his affections

You were always shunning.

Envious child

Diadem thief

You caused your mother

So much grief.

Fled to Albania

Wishing to escape

The Baron's hunting

And your fate.

He traveled far

He found you there

Hoping that his love

You would share

But your scorn

Would never bend

Thus your life

He did end.

Oh Helena Ravenclaw

A ghost you then became

Hogwarts your home now

The Grey Lady is your name.

The Grey Lady is your name.

The Grey Lady is your name.