The Goblet Of Fire
It may be small and wooden,
Sealed in a humble crate,
but inside it’s pure blue flames,
Lies many a champion’s fate.
Through the fires of this cup,
Triwizard champions are born,
And into a deadly tournament,
Are they wordlessly sworn.
I warn you, do be cautious,
Be sure to first think twice,
Cause once the roaring fires speak,
One has little choice.
There’s no looking back,
No retreating of names,
Once it has been proclaimed,
By the relentless blue flames.
Three deadly tasks,
Lie ahead for those,
Whom the goblet of fire,
Indiscriminately chose.
To battle a sadistic dragon,
To swim through an icy lake,
To cross a confounding maze,
With three lives, a glory at stake.
To win the triwizard cup,
And to hoist it high,
An eternal feeling,
Soaring in the sky.
Go ahead,
Put in your names,
But a word of caution,
To help you in the same.
When you reach the center of the maze,
And victory you can clearly see,
Just think before touching the cup,
It might just be a portkey.
-Marvolo