ok i know this isn't really a poem but i'll post it anyways. it kind of goes with the role play i have up.....

Three days have passed,
Three days since the death of the Dark Lord,
Three days since he'd been stabbed,
and four days till the death of the boy who lived.

Both great and powerful they were,
"Neither can live whil the other survives"
But they tasted death from eath other's hand
One died suffering the loss of honor,
One will die suffering the loss of his friends.

k u might not understand that if u haven't read the plot of my rp....