A boy accursed or maybe blessed
By the darklord his fate
May be redressed
A scar on his brow
Doth show power or pain
The mark no less
Gives him most unwanted fame
Through trials and battles
Armed with but a wand
His death a fearful passage planned
By conniving evils doth command
Faithful friends do stay true
Through every trial that he doeth
A stone he must uncover bends
A serpent's slimy body tends
To on a moonlit eve reveal
The shrieking sound of good yet evil
A maze of life and a goblet of fire
Only to find the one true liar
The strong one is dead
And the darkness said
In a whisper of breath
"Death"