The Final Battle
The fires are burning
The dead count rises
The living are mourning
They rest until something arises
He comes with his army
With the chosen one dead
Bella so foxy
Likes to laugh like an airhead
He addresses them
Tells them that they've lost
They must give up or he'll kill them
They yell at him with frost
All hell breaks loose
They start to fight back
There will be no truce
The chosen one has faded into the black
Into the Great Hall they go
A final showdown between them all
As they draw a long bow
House elves on the crawl
Molly kills Bella with a curse
He angers and tries to kill her
But then his situation gets worse
As the Chosen One has heard
The Chosen One confronts him
They discuss what has happened
The attack each other and the lights in his eyes dim
And the Chosen One has saved England
The fires are burning
The dead count rises
The living are mourning
They rest until something arises