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Sir_Spots · 12-05-2011, 04:25 PM

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Originally Posted by GoldenSnake

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The Three Deathly Hallows

One split itself into three.
Own all and fron 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 apear.
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.

very nice, I like your style, welcome to the Poetry thread, I look forward to reading more of your poems..... :ballcap: Spots

12-05-2011, 04:25 PM	#18 (permalink)
Sir_Spots Poetry Prince Spotty Quidditch Fanatic Nogtail Join Date: Oct 2003 Posts: 4,768	Quote: Originally Posted by GoldenSnake Thanks Me too New reader Thank you The Three Deathly Hallows One split itself into three. Own all and fron 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 apear. 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. very nice, I like your style, welcome to the Poetry thread, I look forward to reading more of your poems..... :ballcap: Spots __________________