Set my Hat on fire;
Shoot a spell at me;
It makes no difference –
you can't touch me.
The Chosen One walked willingly
into the realm of shadows and fear
so that I, so that all, could live,
in peace and freedom;
all equal under the law and the Lord.
And when He made His choice,
standing straight and still to face His fate,
He ensured survival
for all He left behind in the realm you inhabit.
You have been stripped of the power you revel in the most –
of the power that gave you control –
by a Victim who never forgot;
by an ally who knew what was really most important;
by those loved and lost who never truly leave.
(By the greatest magic of all.)