This is a poem that I’ve been working on for a while and I hope you lot like it. It’s about a flight that Holly flying to go and complete the ritual. Well anyway enjoy.

In the star lit sky she flew,

Feeling as though her soul was annew.

Annew with hope, annew with light,

So amazing was the flight.

The stars glittered ever so brigjht,

As they guided her through the night.

Nothing mattered, she didn’t care,

As long as she was soaring through the air.

The full moon glowed a ghostly silver,

As though calling out to her.

The ground below with the sky above,

Flying truely was her one love.

The wind rippled through her hair,

Nothing on earth could ever be this fair.

She looked down and saw the place,

A look of sadness crossed her face.

Regretfully she began to slow,

The sadness was plain to show.

Slowly she began to creep,

Down to the ground ever so steep.

She neared the ground and saw the tree,

Immediately her regret began to flee.

How could she hate such a beautiful sight,

Especially on such a night.

She bent her knees and touched the ground,

A more beautiful sight was never found.

Every detail was sharp and clear,

Wiping away and traces of fear.

She gazed sideways at the little stream.

A more serene sight was never seen.

The water rushed by clear and fast,

As if on a journey and wanted to pass.

Pass by quick, without a sound.

Drawing a silver ling upon the ground.

#She gazed up at the ancient oak,

In a quiet voice she spoke.

Her voice carried to every branch and leaf,

As she spoke she felt a sense of relief.

“From the earth thine power flows,

Fiven through curtisy so thanks are owed.

Pluck thou the magic seed,

Where full moon, ancient oak and twisted water meet.

And berry it far from whense it was found,

So return your gift into the ground.”

She walked forward and touched the tree,

And got down on bended knee.

She searched around on the ground,

Until what she was searching was found.

She straightened up holding a seed,

As was required to complete her deed.

She smiled and walked over to the near by wood,

The feeling inside her was ever so good.

She bent down and dug a hollow,

Looking forward to the events that would follow.

She thrust her hand into the earth,

Thinking of this as a sign of rebirth.

She braced herself and then she felt,

The fimiliar sensation that made her heart melt.

She felt the sparks well up inside her heart,

She wished this feeling would never depart.

The power was flowing through every vain,

She wished that this would never wane.

She smiled to herself and pulled her hand free,

And looked once more upon the tree.

She bent her knees and pushed off from the ground,

Once in the air she circled around.

She looked once more upon the scene,

As if watching from a giant screen.

She truned around and soared away,

Away and got caught in a ray.

A ray of the moon that shone above her,

Like a guardian glowing silver.

She looked once more upon the sight,

Then dissappeared without a trace into the night.

 

Some other stories by Arya:

• Animagus choosus
• Worlds Collide At Hogwarts