He wished to be undefeatable.
This wish turned against him.
His opponent found his wand desirable
And used his own wand to commit his sin.
He wished to see her again
For his love for her still remained.
But she did not like not having her end
So with her he went away.
He thought for a while before settling on his wish
But when he did he sure won
For his wish was more than a flick and a swish
And he decided to run from Death, just run.
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Wand, Cloak, and Stone
Teen FictionA Harry Potter poem I wrote the other day during my dull math class.