A/N: Just a short POV that I wrote while I was supposed to be studying for
a test (in spite of which I did pretty well). Hope you like it.
The Ballad Of The Snitch
The day is hot, the sun shines bright,
And the players are dazzled by its fiery light.
One of the teams will be looking at defeat;
The other at victory, total and complete.
I wing my way round the players so tense
None of them daring to commit an offense
For fear of a foul; if they lose this game,
Their lives will never again be the same!
Now I must wait till someone sees
Me wafting around, enjoying the breeze.
Hark! The call; I am sighted, I fear
Two of the players draw ever so near.
One stretches out his hand (the other's too slow)
And his face shines with the victor's glow.
He pumps his fist, and cries out in glee,
He has won the game, for he has caught me!
He has me in his grasp; I cannot escape
The other player does nothing but gape, and gape.
He comes to his senses; with no attempt at grace,
He shakes his fist and pulls a face.
The winner smiles; he cares not a toot
For the sore-loser attitude of that bandicoot.
The results are in, the game is won
And they all go home, for the match is done.
I am released and then sent home,
And here now I stand, a small epitome
Of speed, of agility, of never-say-die,
Of the pure joy that it is to fly!
It may be heaven, it may be hell,
But it's my job and I'll do it well.
Thanks, all you fellas who reviewed A White Handkerchief. And I'm really sorry, I'm a Ron/Hermione shipper. So no way is Draco ending up with Herm!ermione shipper.Hee
The Ballad Of The Snitch
The day is hot, the sun shines bright,
And the players are dazzled by its fiery light.
One of the teams will be looking at defeat;
The other at victory, total and complete.
I wing my way round the players so tense
None of them daring to commit an offense
For fear of a foul; if they lose this game,
Their lives will never again be the same!
Now I must wait till someone sees
Me wafting around, enjoying the breeze.
Hark! The call; I am sighted, I fear
Two of the players draw ever so near.
One stretches out his hand (the other's too slow)
And his face shines with the victor's glow.
He pumps his fist, and cries out in glee,
He has won the game, for he has caught me!
He has me in his grasp; I cannot escape
The other player does nothing but gape, and gape.
He comes to his senses; with no attempt at grace,
He shakes his fist and pulls a face.
The winner smiles; he cares not a toot
For the sore-loser attitude of that bandicoot.
The results are in, the game is won
And they all go home, for the match is done.
I am released and then sent home,
And here now I stand, a small epitome
Of speed, of agility, of never-say-die,
Of the pure joy that it is to fly!
It may be heaven, it may be hell,
But it's my job and I'll do it well.
Thanks, all you fellas who reviewed A White Handkerchief. And I'm really sorry, I'm a Ron/Hermione shipper. So no way is Draco ending up with Herm!ermione shipper.Hee