The poem belongs to me but the inspirations for the Poem belong to the author of Harry Potter. This will be the first in a long line of poems I intend to write.
My Last Breathe
In the darkness of the Night
I raise my voice at the Sight
Of heroes fallen, Judgment Pass
Will this breathe be my Last?
Now his back is turned to me
I tremble in fright at what I see
Ever slowly, the creature turns
And in his eyes a fire burns
A hunger for blood is what it seeks
Of Death and Destruction it so reeks
Now in Horror a green light flashed
And in an instant I breathed my last