In Wylie's workshop, where magic is spun, The Hogwarts Graduation Skull, a tale just begun.
With each house crest carved, under the sun, And the Hogwarts seal, where stories are spun.
No dark mark here, for the Death Eaters' night, In Wylie's creation, their own skull takes flight.
A spot for your wand, a source of delight, In resin's embrace, it's sure to ignite.
Sure to draw envy, from far and from near, The Hogwarts Graduation Skull, without fear.
In Wylie's hands, where whimsy is dear, This striking piece, a treasure to peer.