The Peverell Three

A poem I wrote a little while ago in dedication to the Harry Potter series. Partial credit goes to J. K. Rowling.

A sword with great power

meant only for the best

travelled through many hands

before it came to rest.

The stone of great unease

has caused many hearts to grieve

is hard to find but if you look

you may see those which death took.

A cloak dusty and old

far from for the bold

will conceal yourself

from everyone else

even yourself and the mirror.

But worry not, you can be found,

so long as you simply make a sound.

Separate each is strong,

but united you can do no wrong.

So long as you are just and true,

the Deathly Hallows I bestow upon you.

Reviews

[Riley Mistwood]

Very nice. I enjoyed the poem :)