I don't know or understand why I thought of writing this or how the idea came to be but it just did. I was reading when it just popped into my head. Hope you get the point of it and that you understand what I wrote. R and R. Oh, and if you are looking for a summary than don't because there isn't one. Like I said where a short summary is suppose to be written, the title speaks for itself, and yes, it's a poem. Don't like poetry, then there is an exit button. I warned if you don't like poetry and still read anyway and send any bad things about it, well then just don't write anything and look for something else.
Do you get the feeling one goes through,
when he hath suffered from a great to many?
Hath thee even experience,
when gone through too much?
Hath thee ever been cut,
or scared 'til bled too much?
Such beauty is released,
such beautiful red,
oh so beautiful blood.
Thy suffer from experience,
and almost self death.
But watching all that's dear,
all die before all thee.
Those eyes so void of life,
of feeling and spirit.
Such pain comes into thy being,
that it is unavoidable.
So when cut or scared,
such beauty is released.
Such beauty comes from red,
Oh such beautiful blood.
So what do you all think, well all of those who read this anyway. This is of what Harry thinks of about how it is during the war and how much he feels. I did the poem myself by the way. Like I said it just popped into my head and so I wrote it down. Don't ask who, what, when, where, why, how, or which because like I said it just came to mind while I was reading a fanfic! No summary because like I said, the title speaks for itself.