Authors note: This is somethingthat my supersmart eleven year-old sister wrote. She says its about Voldemort at the end of the forth book just before he comes back to life. I hope you enoy it. Please R&R for my sis.
Darkness above; darkness below; nothing else,
But shadows, dancing back and forth, surrounding you.
Hide, hide in the light.
A precarious, flickering light, but not quite ready to leave;
Still protecting you for another moment,
Battling the darkness; the darkness that presses in, closer and closer.
What when the battle is lost, the light gone?
Then you, too, are nothing;
Nothing but a dark shape; a dark shape in a dark world;
A world of shadows, longing for light.
Waiting.
...
Don't give up, not yet.
There is still hope, hope is the light;
the light that clashes with the shadows,
Pushing them back, pushing.
This is my world, not yours;
A world of light; not darkness;
A world of hope; not despondent defeat.
The battle is won!
