Disclaimer: If I Owned HP Colin would live and different people would die... So to be honest, i don't own it. I do own this Poem, but i do not make money from it.
After the Green,
I saw my friends.
Older and younger,
I saw their ends.
After the Green,
I saw the ground.
Stained and Bruised,
As it spun round.
After the Green,
I saw the Red.
Deep and Dark.
From the side o' my head.
After the Green,
I saw no more.
Black and Gone.
Gone the core.
After the Green.
My life was over.
Finished Gone
The spinning is over.
After the Green,
The Red
The Black
I knew I was Dead.
Sorry, I had to write it. Please Review. And Thanks for reading.