Okay, I wrote this poem when I was in sixth grade and I unearthed it in one of my many Microsoft Word documents. So I decided to post it.
Everybody, the darkness is callin',
with the stones stained red from the blood of the fallen.
Screams and shouts can be heard from afar,
and hidden in the forest are the cowering centaurs.
Beneath Voldemort's feet is the crumbling land,
while Hogwarts is making its last stand.
Hogwarts was filled with a horrible dread,
when they heard that Harry Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived, was 'dead'.
Neville then stood bravely before the wretched Dark Lord,
and through Nagini's neck he thrust Gryffindor's sword.
In all the ensuing chaos Harry escaped,
over his head his Invisibility Cloak was draped.
Voldemort was furious,
and the half-giant Hagrid was curious.
Hogwarts was in a confused flurry,
as another raging battle started in a hurry.
Colorful, yet dangerous, spells were flying,
and every which way people were dying.
Molly and Bellatrix were fighting to the death,
worrying if maybe this was their last breath.
Enraged centaurs charged into the battle,
their weapons clinking together, making a slight rattle.
Faithful house elves came pouring in,
wielding anything to be found in a kitchen.
Harry revealed himself,
making everyone freeze, man and elf.
Harry and Voldemort had a long overdue chat,
and a very short battle right after that.
Voldemort's vibrant green spell rebounded,
and Hogwarts was astounded.
Harry had saved many lives,
the elves cheered and dropped all their knives.
Peeves the Poltergeist went about singing a song,
spreading the merry cheer all along.
The air was filled with jokes and laughter,
and Harry Potter, the Man-Who-Saved-Them-All, lived happily ever after.
This was probably very bad. But I like it.