Death Was Approaching

by MagicFireTiger

"It seemed Death was impatient, so selfish, no grace." Death was approaching Harry Potter, and in this poem, the holder of the Hallow that would bring Harry the guidance to join his parents created a poem about the boy who was about to die—a poem for Harry Potter. Something I made for a writing assignment; it's not supposed to rhyme completely or have perfect rhythm—only feeling.

So this was it, it seemed,

Death was approaching, so fast, so mean.

It called to the boy, so young, so new

To join Death in a world so sad, yet so true.

The boy felt his breath quicken,

His heart start to race.

It seemed Death was impatient,

So selfish, no grace.

The boy stood and walked

As though he was a ghost,

Begging to cry out and shout,

See one last time the ones he loved most.

But Death was ever calling

For the boy to come join him,

And the boy knew it was time

So he prepared his heart for defeat.

The forest was oppressing,

The trees dark and tall

The path was too difficult,

He could not go on at all.

But then the young boy realized,

Maybe all was not lost.

For, after all, he remembered —

That I open at the close.

He felt quiet disturbances

On the ground beside him.

And he was guided by his parents,

Those already past his looming, long terrain.

And then I was dropped,

But I did not care,

For soon the war would end,

And all would be fair.

The long game was over,

And I had been caught.

The boy had made his decision —

And so came the flash of green light.