Prophecy (second attempt)

Not so far from phoenix cry,
A difficult, unlucky pry.
Magic born of open sky
Cage a story thrice defy:

A mortal end, immortal soul,
Duel plumes of dual goal.
Far from freedom, timeless foe
That one must cause the other woe.

With that shadow, left of age,
Hidden from untimely sage,
Hard it bodes, the war it wage
And one should die a timely mage.

Half Blood Spoiler

Half of me is the fan, smiling the whole time.

Half of me is the spoiler, wishing all of this would just go and die.

I'll post more later about the specifics, but I felt the need to post my initial reaction.

Let's start with some marks, shall we?

Let's say that this is based on acting and other aspects of portraying a character's presence in a movie:

The Good Guys:

Dumbledore and Fawkes: Acceptable

Harry Potter: Exceeds Expectations

Hermione Granger: Exceeds Expectations

Ronald Weasley: Outstanding

Ginny: Acceptable

Fred and George: Outstanding

Molly and Arthur Weasley: Exceeds Expectations

Cormac McLaggen, Lavender Brown: Outstanding

Hagrid: Acceptable

Leann and Katie: Acceptable

Horace Slughorn and Professor McGonagall: Outstanding

Luna Lovegood- Outstanding


The Bad Guys:

Draco Malfoy: Outstanding

Narcissa Malfoy: Acceptable

Bellatrix Lestrange: Outstanding

Severus Snape: Exceeds Expectations

Fenrir Grayback: Acceptable

Tom Riddle: Outstanding

Blaise Zambini and Pansy Parkinson: Acceptable

Inferi: Dreadful

Twilight trailer shown before movie: TROLL



Other basic things:

Technical Aspects:

Dialogue- Poor

Score- Acceptable

Important scenes- Acceptable

Side plots/Less-important scenes- Outstanding

Death scenes- Acceptable

Transitions- Poor

Depth- Exceeds Expectations

Camera Angles- Exceeds Expectations

Graphics- Outstanding

Prophecy

Tread on stars,
The sun's weeping trail
Against the thirsty sky.

A fixture
Upon this darkest night,
For peace never sleeps.

We're waiting,
All waiting
For when the fools do wake.

Volumes of Fantasy

A traveling friend from long ago
Came bound with cotton thread.
Full of words, he spoke of spells
And left with gold instead.

Still, I wandered, still half blind
To where he'd really gone.
It wasn't he that I looked for,
But what he'd come upon:

A world where people lived for love
And died for what was good,
Where money came with silly names
As silly treasures should.

Where evil found a second chance
If it looked hard enough,
Where homes were built on love alone
And fairy tales were tough.

How hard I looked,
How free I felt
To be bound by magic spells!
To wash the hand that fate had dealt
And all the wishing wells!

The traveler came bounding back,
Still bound, but painted bold.
Telling me this place to be
If dreams were turned to gold.

*Inspired by my Harry Potter reading experience