A short piece written before bedtime. I'm actually quite proud of it. This is what I think Harry would bethinking on Bill and Fleur's wedding day. It kind of seems like he's outside the Burrow, facing some grass, and thinking about things in the early morning.
That One Last Day Of Peace
Before the war starts,
Before the screams that break hearts begin,
All is silent and still,
And the grass outside, on the field,
Is still dewy, abundant and green.
That one last day of peace,
Those precious last few hours,
From night to dawn and then to day,
Nothing gold can stay.
Review, please, and tell me that my poetry is actually acceptable.