R.I.P

(Yet Untitled)


Fight in the battle
Win for the chattel
   Reveal how they flee
   Generous no one be

             Summon by the death
             Take away their breath
                Prevent them from thershold
                O muffle their whine cold

Aware of the blood rain brim
On the patch with nowhere to swim
     Relief yourself from the pailful woe
     Lest henceforth come light you'll never know

*A mini poem made by me, inspired from the book "The Tales of Beedle The Bard", the story titled "The Wizard and The Hopping Pot". (:
Until now I haven't get any idea for this poem of mine. Any suggestion, please?*