Pounding heart and gasping breath,
I run for safety from the spells.
A long dark cloak, a hooded head --
Before his gaze, my cheeks go pale.
I raise my wand, my fingers pale;
Scared, all lessons flee my head.
He laughs and then he casts his spell.
I jump aside; take in a breath.
“Stupefy!” with shaking breath,
I say, and watch his face, death-pale.
He sends a new curse toward my head,
and blocks the jet with his own spell.
The world goes pale as he steals my breath; no longer in my own head, I fall to his spell.
I Fall by hogwartsbookworm
Story Notes:
This poem is inspired by the Tritina form of poetry, but I don't think it actually is a Tritina, as it has four lines in each stanza, rather than three.
Thank you to Minna (minnabird) and BB! (saiynswiftfoot) for their help with my durned commas....
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