what do toi think?

i wrote this before the last two films came out. its pretty much the last few chapters of deathly hallows as a poem



THE LAST BATTLE

Around me, family and friends.
But still I am alone.
Covered with my fathers cloak,
With just a snitch, wand, and small black stone

I creep through the trees,
Thinking of loving and hating.
Scared of what I was about to do
of Riddle and death who are waiting.

I see him ahead and throw off my cloak.
He stares. I do nothing at all.
He takes out his wand, says the words,
A flash of green, and I fall.

I meet again my blue eyed headmaster,
Who tells me of his fears and past.
We speak of horcruxs and hallows,
And then part once again for the last

Face down in the leaves,
I keep very still.
While I’m prodded and poked.
While he plays with his kill.

After a long time. At least that what it seemed,
He orders my large friend to carry me.
Still playing dead I try not to breath,
though I hear cries of grief and misery.

Slowly, silently I cover myself with the cloak
Sounds of shock and confusion surround me
It looked like I had vanished
Until I uncovered my self and they could see,

I was alive, a cheer went up from our side
I glanced at my friends
then my eyes found him
This was it. Somebody’s end.

We circled each other near ou far
We talked. Then we took aim
Flashes of green and or then it was over
I victorious. The winner of the game.

The prophecy fulfilled
One perished the other very much alive
The dark lord was vanquished
I Harry potter. The boy who lived.
The one who survived.