Death and sacrifice everyday
A teenage boy the martyr
In a sick twisted way
Was told by Albus
"Love is the Way"
But he wasnt here
A martyr himself
The betrayal hurt
The pain washed over
Life would never be the same
His friends turned away
Anger and hate on their faces
Blamed him for Albus death
Drove him to this place
His hand it trembled;
The blade it gleamed
Its' hilt sparkling bright
By the midnight moon
On the banks of the lake
His refuge from life
A, sad depressed boy
Contemplated his life
Would it do to be brave
Hold his head up high
Would it make him see
He was alone, no one by his side
He wants to help them
To ease their pain
He wants to fight HIM
peace to gain
But evils' smile was twisted and cruel
It guided his hand
Placed blade to skin
From the shadows
A boy older than he
Watched the trembling form
He saw the blade
And before he knew it
He'd approached him
And took his hand
Rivals now friends
Boundaries crossed
On that fateful night
A dark soul was lost.
His smile was bright
As he looked at his friend
His once friends glared
As he cried and said 'yes'
With the promise of a future
That was bright indeed
Evil shuddered and feared
The joy on their faces made him grit his teeth
In the end he was hurt
But evil did fade
I guess Albus was right
Love was the Way!!!