Shadows settle on the place, that you left.
Our minds are troubled by the emptiness.
Destroy the middle, it's a waste of time.
From the perfect start to the finish line.
Fungi crept up the gates that loomed over her.
And if you're still breathing, you're the lucky ones.
'Cause most of us are heaving through corrupted lungs.
She raised her wand. Her hands trembled.
"Reducto!"
The gates were blasted into ashes.
We are the reckless,
She walked to the doorstep.
We are the wild youth,
"Incendio."
Chasing visions of our futures,
She Apparated back.
One day we'll reveal the truth,
She watched as the house she had grown up in, the house that she had grown to love, the house that held memories closest to her heart, burned to the ground.
That one will die before he gets there.