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By Sheila C. The time has come, For a competition which occurs to some. The goblet's luminous sparks of blue, So bright, it attracts the whole crew. Emmiting fiery flames so hot, You could end up stewing in the pot. Choosing the brave, fearless and intelligent, The parchment inside show names of the extravagant. Only three contestants the goblet will pick, Students who partcipate would normally feel sick. In a sudden the names are spewed out from the goblet, The three contestants have now been let. This honour is very acheiving, For you'll recieve a worthy prize for being most suceeding. To win this contest, three tasks are set, It is to your ability to win this bet. Many dangers await you in the rooms, Ride a broomstick, it'll lessen your dooms. To come out free of the chamber of terrors is very rare, Some wizards suffer death before they go anywhere. So, bewarned, for the goblet can tell and will see, Whether you are worthy of this challenge or if you'll flee. Back to Poetry Back to Fanfiction Home |