HP and Co belong to Rowling yada, yada, yada. You know the drill.
This is a poem I wrote and as I read it back I realized where I had most obviously taken my inspiration from. Normally I wouldn't post poetry but this just so resembled HP that I had too.
Summery: Sirius finally catches up with Wormtail. Divine justice can be rather nice. Set after OotP
I did once hear tell,
Of a wondering Grim
That could see though your soul,
And unravel your sin
It was death on his heels,
That fateful night
Though no one can outrun,
Footsteps so light
But run he did,
Under the pregnant moon
Then the chase was over,
Far too soon
His sins unraveled,
His soul lain bare
For no one can escape,
The Grims wild stare
I wasn't even thinking about Harry Potter when I wrote this but I've obviously got it on the brain if I can subconsciously come out with this. Kinda sad really.
Cheers
Sway