A/N: Just a little something I made up in school today, waiting for inspiration. No particularly known time, just a while after the events in the fourth book at the cemetery by the Riddle House….

Warnings: Notta

Disclaimer: I don't own the stuff that happened…. But the purdy poem's mine! ^-^

Echoes

The wind blows amidst the trees-

Echoing the soft whispers

(And pained screams)

Of those who shall not be named.

(Of an innocent boy.)

Lightning flashes in domed patterns—

Echoing the bright lights

(From the innocent twin—)

From the wand of a bringer of death.

(A bringer of hope.)

The rain falls in silence—

Echoing the silent power

(Of unknown courage)

Of the evil that has been newly revived.

(Taken from long-forgotten forms.)

The wind blows amidst the trees—

Echoing the soft whispers

(And phoenix song—)

Of those who shall not be named.

(The invisible victor.)