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GoldenSnake · 11-20-2011, 03:25 PM

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Originally Posted by Droo

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Originally Posted by Brigid

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New reader

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The Three Deathly Hallows

One split itself into three.
Own all and from death you're free.
The wise and fools have tried to preceive.
All to death, they tried to deceive.

One had passed from hands to hands.
One is unknown from these lands.
One is well hidden from death and all,
Kept secret, the generation will never fall.

Beware of the wand that beats all others,
And the enemy the holder most bothers.
The wand changes allegiance, the wand betrays.
The fullfilled history so quickly fades.

Amazed by the stone that rises the dead.
No mere spells no nothing said.
Turned with the hand and here they appear.
But the dead to life, they all so fear.

The cloak that makes us all unseen.
Faithfully, to its wearer it clings.
Unlike the two, this one defends,
Protects from death just like a fence.

Are they legends or are they real?
Or simply magical objects hidden to steal?
Are such things so cruel to hear?
They might just change a mind to fear.

11-20-2011, 03:25 PM	#16 (permalink)
GoldenSnake Doxy Join Date: Jan 2010 Location: Sweetwater Posts: 6,031 Hogwarts RPG Name: Arielle (Ari) Wedgwood First Year Diagon Alley Proprietor: Morgan Kruz Daily Prophet Photojournalist	A ship in harbor is safe — but that is not what ships are built for. Quote: Originally Posted by Droo I like it! Thanks Me too Quote: Originally Posted by Brigid Beautiful thanks so much:sevribbon: New reader Thank you The Three Deathly Hallows One split itself into three. Own all and from death you're free. The wise and fools have tried to preceive. All to death, they tried to deceive. One had passed from hands to hands. One is unknown from these lands. One is well hidden from death and all, Kept secret, the generation will never fall. Beware of the wand that beats all others, And the enemy the holder most bothers. The wand changes allegiance, the wand betrays. The fullfilled history so quickly fades. Amazed by the stone that rises the dead. No mere spells no nothing said. Turned with the hand and here they appear. But the dead to life, they all so fear. The cloak that makes us all unseen. Faithfully, to its wearer it clings. Unlike the two, this one defends, Protects from death just like a fence. Are they legends or are they real? Or simply magical objects hidden to steal? Are such things so cruel to hear? They might just change a mind to fear. __________________ Last edited by GoldenSnake; 05-16-2012 at 02:46 PM.