Golden plumage mixed with red;
Yes, I am a phoenix.
Perhaps you may pet my head
If you fetch me a kleenex.
I am not afraid to cry
No matter where or when.
I'm also not afraid to die,
For I come back again.
If you're feeling sad or scared,
My tune, it will console.
Nothing shakes you, you stay bared,
Despite the thunder's roll.
The dark clouds team up in the sky,
The evil jinxes rise.
And, in that moment, I'm your guy.
Just look up towards the skies!
Nothing can prevent your spirit
From trying to soar.
Nothing can remove your loyalty
To Dumbledore.
Love will conquer in the end,
This I surely know.
I can be your flying friend
And tell you where to go.
Riddle does not stand a chance,
There's so much he can't see.
With the reaper's laws he'll dance,
Yet still will fall to knee
In front of Mother Nature's knife
Because dear Harry lives.
A single ride to afterlife
To Voldemort he gives.
There are many fates out there
That hurt much worse than death.
After the fact, the world will stare,
Before releasing breath.
We all will cheer on, once again,
The Potters' righteous son!
And, honestly, where has Tom been
To think he might have won?