Notes: I was in class and this came to me.
Disclaimer: I don't own them. I'm just randomly playing with them.
Dark Lord
Darkened soul,
Eyes like flame,
His name a curse,
Of eternal fame.
Creeping servants,
An emerald snake,
A small grey rat,
A reign of hate.
Skeleton hands,
A body thin,
Robes of black,
To swathe him in.
A wand with feather,
From flaming bird,
A voice of power,
Seldom heard.
A heart of black,
But skin so white,
A mind that sees,
Into the night.
Reigning long,
Cunning and sly,
A Slytherin strong,
His limit the sky.
His downfall a boy,
A year old,
Black hair, green eyes,
Strength untold.
He rose again,
And called aloud,
His servants came,
With nary a sound.
In their ranks,
A spy long stood,
Learning their secrets,
Through death and blood.
Upon his arm,
A skull and snake,
The mark of their Master,
Served with love or hate.
The Dark Lord rose,
And conquered all,
His iron fist,
Broke through the walls.
The Boy rose up,
The sword of light,
With flaming spells,
He banished the night.
The Dark Lord fell,
Once and for all,
And with him a power,
Like dark sirens call.
The sun came free,
From behind the clouds,
The people rejoiced,
And laughed aloud.
The Boy Who Lived,
Has lived again,
And now may he,
Deserve the fame.
With Fell Lord gone,
Sun shining bright,
May you live,
Long in the night.
Authors Notes: NOT my best effort, but what can you do? * shrugs * It kept refusing to end. Sorry. (P.s, The authors of tales are merely the medium. The tales write themselves. Some of you might know what I mean)