risks 50% hard work and 50% absolute failure.

He approached the castle, wand in hand,
That cool, dark, and creepy night.
The Dark lord’s presence fouled his thoughts,
He felt something was not quite right.
Through fire, wind, earth, and water
Battled brave young Harry Potter.

He had a plan ready for him
But not alone would he stand
For with his friends at his back
They would rid the darkness from this land.
Through fire, wind, earth, and water
Battled brave young Harry Potter.

Tricked by those who still walked the dark path
He watched his god-father breathe his last
Then picked up his wand from where it lay
And readied for a mighty blast.
Through fire, wind, earth, and water
Battled brave young Harry Potter.

The dark lord cast at the same time
Brave Harry held his wand true and right
As the spirits of all the Dark lord killed
Were released, at last, into the night.
Through fire, wind, earth, and water
Battled brave young Harry Potter.

Heart has grown cold and sour.
The mind begins to crave great power.
There is no more time for leisure.
This person strongly wishes to **** his teacher.

The night is dark and long
As the bard sings his morose song.
No more room to squeeze
leaving time to only beg and scream please...please!

Why must you give him this destiny
Filled with failure and great misery.
The grade is all he desires,
But why is blood what you have made him perspire.

I once was found,
but then I was lost,
Silently blinded
By deep white frost.

My eyes lost focus.
My hands were cold
As I trudged past
The black dead mold.

The trees laid bare.
There was no fruit.
Suddenly, oh so suddenly,
I became quite astute.

There was nothing like it.
A howl, one of a kind,
Consciously placed me
In a mighty tight bind.

It ran away.
An owl screamed hoot...hoot!
All I found was dark blood
And an old man's boot.

Genius
is nothing but a lackadaisical
old ****,
lying in the dirt,
lost in thought,
relishing over a tasty ****.

Let it snow
Oh let it blow
the wind howling
with trees writhing in pain
and then STOP.
Play.
Chandelier tree lights up and stands
attracting people to dance with the bands
leaving a very merry land!
Snow lightly drifting,
the angels are a twirling.

A lying brother was paralyzed with fear
When the Father of lies drew his evil lance.
The devil threw his pointy pitchfork,
Signaling the start of the Satanic Dance.

The Power of darkness finally hopped and began to shuffle
With the day closing fast;
The brother lost his soul
As Satan danced his last.

The Thief twirled around the Tree of Knowledge
As hot sparks pierced the sky.
I know not why God appeared then,
But all was lost as He began to cry.

As God brutally tore off the Wicked One's limbs
Beelzebub screamed and slithered away.
God desperately searched for the lost brother's soul,
But, alas, the Serpent still has it to this very day.

The sky is limitless
With all that flies
Barely covering a speck
Regardless of size.

The sky is limitless
With its tinge of heavenly blue.
It warms me with its broad brilliant sun,
Yet obscures lies as it does what is true.

The sky is limitless
When I gaze into you.
I fall under the spell of your majestic hue
Until everything in the world feels new.

The sky is limitless
To the point where I do not know
Where it starts or where it ends
The sky only bends.

Limitless is my misunderstanding of the sky.
Its soft stillness soporific; it stupefies.
Yes, there is still silence in the sky.
Limitless is the sky.

My head is ticking like a time bomb.
I rub the back of my hand with my cold sweaty palm.
Silently whimpering, in pain, for my mom,
I kindly ask her to bring a canola oil embalm.

As I rub the embalm at the time bomb,
I can hear a gentle soft psalm.
My life fades away as if it were nothing more than a sitcom.
I perceive my conscious escaping me, but I surprisingly feel calm.