A Light is Lost 11/03/2011

The storm cloud looms high overhead

And now that you are gone I search, but in vain.

Lightning strikes, and the thunder of what you said

Hurts over and over as I stand out in the rain.

How can I not but think of you with pain

When you stormed out of the tent that night,

Roaring as the lion of the Horcrux sang

Making you deaf to reason and blind to light.

Now the storm clouds give voice to the might

Of Lord Voldemort and the evil he spreads every day.

If love is the most powerful magic to ever take flight

Then you, Ronald Weasley, took our only weapon away.

The mighty storm clouds race over the sky while they duel

And add fuel to the fire of Lord Voldemort's mighty rule.