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.
