My second poem. This one is not a rhyming poem, therefore it does not rhyme. Yes i know its an aquired selection. This is dark and sad so brace yourself. love- .
The Last Minute
Tick, tock Tick, tock
Its coming to an end.
Time's out.
Minutes left
Seconds still on Earth
I know why this must happen,
But does that mean i must like it?
All that I regret,
All the apologies that never left this old man's mouth,
Flushed away to be with the departed in the lake.
The last glassful of the dreadful potion
Finding its way down
Consciousness leaving before soul does
But as we all know,
The Phoenix must have Flame
Incendio!
Incendio, and good luck Harry
Incendio, and Good-Bye