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!