The final poem in this collection. It's about the "Final Battle", and the outcome of this battle.Enjoy!
I will be writing another one-shot soon, and it should be up by Thursday, so do check my profile.
Disclaimer: My name isn't J.K Rowling.
The Dawn Has Broken
The clear summer day,
with nary a cloud in the blue, blue sky,
was a day for picnics, for games,
and for the innocent laughter of children to reign.
Not for the oppresive screams of war.
One side wore red robes,
redder than the poppies on the fields,
redder than the blazing fire around them.
The other side wore black,
a black so dark and deep it seemed to
absorb any other colour into it.
Either way, both colours hid the red of blood.
Comrades fell,
and lay in death beside their enemy,
a expression that is frightening in death
fixed firmly on their faces.
There was a loud boom! of an explosion
that rocked the ground and threw up dust,
and everyone, be it man or woman
stopped and turned in the direction
where a boy and a man fought violently.
Blood on blood,
a cut lip, a broken rib, all blended into a
dull mixture of pain.
They fought, desperate,
but one was more desperate than the other
and finally caught his enemy down.
A body collasped into the dirt,
a side cheered, and,
however long the night had been,
the dawn had finally broken.
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