It was over,
They Lost,
The Light Lost,
The Dark Won…
But Why?
Was it because,
The Dark Lord,
Knew our greatest weakness?
The one of Albus Dumbledore?
The one of Harry Potter?
The one of the Magical World?
The way to scare Dumbledore was to attack the school.
The way to threaten Potter was to take away everything that meant everything to him.
To Kill His Parents.
To Kill Sirius.
To Kill Dumbledore.
And Last To Kill Ginerva Molly Weasly,
Right In Front Of His Eyes.
His Once Beautiful, Innocent Emerald Green Eyes.
Where now, full of sadness, rage, anger, hurt.
Why where they never happy?
Since he was hardly ever happy.
Happiness that only was alighted,
When riding a broom,
Being with his friends,
When with his lovely Ginny.
The death that brought his downfall,
To wish all the pain away,
And his wish was granted.
By none other then,
Tom Marvollo Riddle.
The curse was shot,
And those once beautiful, innocent emerald green eyes
Where now lifeless, dead, beautiful emerald green eyes.
The Many Weaknesses,
Of the wizarding world,
Were the deaths of,
The Greatest Sorcerer Who Ever Lived, and The-Boy-Who-Lived.
Albus Percival Wulfiric Brian Dumbledore, and Harry James Potter