December 9, 2011
By harrypotterfreak99 BRONZE, Chandler, Arizona
harrypotterfreak99 BRONZE, Chandler, Arizona
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Freezing rain,
An icy glare,
look of disdain
Towards an avenging angel, with fire-y hair

Snarls rip through the night,
Running, sprinting through the crowd,
Cannot beat him without flight,
“Darkness come, be my shroud”

Time slows down,
My brain is racked,
Hear the hounds,
What I know of being Tracked?

The author's comments:
My friends visited from Ireland and I wrote a fiction story about their time here. I then took that story and found a poem in it

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