Harry and the Thestral
A funny little poem about the last battle.
Harry got up and turned around
The night breeze was cold,
There was Voldemort on the ground
no longer ever bold.
'Get up you scoundrel,' Harry said
victory was near, he could tell
He pointed his wand at the downed one's head
and out came the fateful death spell.
The wolves howled in defeat
the bare trees creaked in dismay
the evil man was finally beat
and coming on was day.
Whistle for his thestral did he,
the scaly wing-ed beast,
still it was too dark to see
and the animal wanted a feast.
So Harry was killed by his ride
which was hungry from the fight,
The thestral ate him Harry died,
Because the creature wasn't fed through the night.
Is the moral of this story
Be sure to feed your friend?
Even when you have much glory
You can still come to an end.
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