Seconds Ago
Seconds ago, Severus,
had been struck down by a curse,
Had felt the final
confrontation begin in the darkness of his head
Magic swirling around
the three in the center, the eye of the storm.
Seconds ago, Harry, the
Chosen One, had begun the ritual,
The living, the dying,
the dead, cried out their plea
Seeking communion with
the Kindly ones, asking for their wrath.
Seconds ago, Ron, ready
for his next adventure,
Had drawn the silver
blade across his pale freckled skin
Releasing his spirit to
carry their plea across time and space.
Seconds ago Hermione,
living from beyond the grave
Had opened her mind and
became the conduit for the powers that be
And sang a cleansing
song of goodness and divine love.
Seconds ago, Tom, had
stood proud and confident,
His darkness ready to
extinguish the sun, reveling in the rising magic
Was obliterated by the
blinding flame and blown away to dust.
It's been a while hasn't it? I've working on a much longer story (well, several to be truthful) and having trouble with one of them. Perhaps it's because it's all philosophical and metaphysical and all that rot. This poem is from the climax of the story. So if it didn't make any sense, then you most likely are sound of mind and body. I'm also thinking of adding a sequel or two for this poem. What do you think?