HEY.

I'm Jessica Rae. Potterhead, Whovian, sketcher, writer, reader...

I don't usually finish my fanfic, but I'm going to start trying to complete them.

Nothing racy, just fun, interesting STUFF. Yeah.

And now that I have run out of things to say,

A poem of my own creation:

Master of Death

We are stalked, hunted by his pawns

These dark, haunted nights never become day

So alone

And completely surrounded

Every move along this twisted, pre-laid path

Brings us closer to the end;

Sweet peace at last

By Death we do not know,

But we resist

And persist

For our goal is so far

And blocked by so much

As he sits waiting,

Shrewdly playing this fated game of chess,

We break down his defenses

One by one

He is confident, not knowing, never dreaming,

That we have discovered his secret

And now break through the walls

That protect him from human mortality

Impossible, it seems

To win this war, to end this suffering

Inevitable, it is

That in the end, we must fight

Face to face,

Finally, and die

For the Greater Good

It will be worth it all

When love conquers evil,

As it always must,

And this Darkest hour turns to light

It had always been me, I know now

I am the true Master of Death

So with all I have left,

I fight, ready to greet Death once more

For my mother, my father

For all those who have lost

And for those who are gone

My love conquers his evil

And so falls the Dark Lord

Follow me if HP, Doctor Who, The Hunger Games, etc. interest you... or because I literally have three followers and you want to help me feel like less of a fail...