Disclaimer: This poem is based off the song "The war was in color" by Carbon Leaf. Look them up, they're really good. Also, I don't own Harry Potter. If I did, the second book would be up on Pottermore already. Have fun :)
I see you've found a box of my things
Beaded bags, tents, and old cracked gold rings.
"These old pictures are cool,
Tell me some stories
Was it like Aunt Loony says?"
Sit down son, let me fill you in.
Where to begin?
Let's start with the end.
This moving gray photo
Didn't capture the skin.
From the flash of a wand
To a Dark Lord now gone,
Trust me, my son,
The war was in color.
From Britain to Eire,
From castle to tent
From Quidditch to running
From schooling to real life now.
I wove the spells up high
With bloody hands
The one I love hurt and barely breathing.
Fought through the fog
And escaped with our dreams
In bright crystal shards.
Where to begin?
Let's start with the end.
This moving gray photo
Didn't capture the skin.
From the shock of a spell
To the memory of smell
If green is for hell,
The war was in color.
I held the dying elf in my shaking arms
Buried him deep in the sand,
Safe from the storms
Out of our young hands and into the damp, dark earth.
I felt the sparks form useless sacrifice
All dying pointlessly for me
And as the night grows older
Over their faces, gold dust fills the air, swirling round.
Where to begin?
Let's start with the end.
This moving gray photo
Didn't capture the skin.
When lessons are learned
And bodies are burned
Victory earned
The war was in color.
Now I lay in my grave
At age thirty-eight
Right after your birth.
I hope you know my name.
What good did it do?
Well, hopefully for you
A world without war,
A life full of color.
Where to begin?
Let's start with the end.
This moving gray photo
Never captured wolf skin.
Your mum could turn blue.
Do you howl for her, too?
Straight from the heart
This war had some color.
Note: The first part is Albus or James (whichever, possibly Teddy) going through Harry's attic and finding his keepsakes. Harry sets hims straight on the idea of war. The third part is from Hermione's point of view on the first few days of being on the run. The fourth part (with the word hell) in it is possibly Ron. Continuing the pattern in the fifth part is Harry, describing Dobby's death. The seventh and eighth parts are a letter from Remus to Teddy, wishing he had gotten to know him.
Please review! I'm new to the whole poetry thing. I've got another one coming soon.