Spent (an acrostic poem)

Still the enemy poured out of the hills, a river without any end

Percy looked at Harry.  “What are we to do now?” he asked

Everything they had tried was to no avail.  All seemed a loss

Now the real final battle was forced on the ragtag leftovers

To that end Harry screamed, pointed his wand, and ran towards destiny

 

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