A pair of sonnets…
A Young Wizard to his Nemesis
I have a lightning scar across my head,
My best friend is afraid of things that crawl,
My aunt and uncle want me to be dead,
It's always raining here in this Great Hall
A headache, or a dream about a door,
Could mean life as I know it will soon end,
And every time you try to wage your war,
I have to rescue everyone-AGAIN
Dementors torment students on the train,
They give us pumpkin juice with every meal,
A deadly monster slithers down the drain-
This place is quickly losing its appeal!
At least I'd never murder just for fame;
I'd rather eat a screwt than have your name!
The Dark Lord's Reply
My name is not an object of disgrace:
The very words strike fear into most hearts-
A "flight from death" by which I will embrace
Blest immortality through darkest arts
Although you say I idolize renown,
My followers are hardly ostentatious,
And though I deal with those who let me down,
Toward faith and loyalty I am most gracious
I was once quite similar to you,
Trapped in a life inferior, and numb,
Until the darkness found me and I knew
There was no end to what I might become
Remember this, which cannot be refuted:
I shan't be named, yet I shall not be muted!
The French "vol de mort" can be translated as "flight from death," for those who did not know.
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