A Harry Potter poem: The Chosen One
A scar on the forehead as a reminder
The burns to aware you
That there is something out there
Something dark and wicked
Something that needs to be destroyed
He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named
Watches your every move
Vexing your dreams and thoughts
Even knowing your every dissimulation
Not stopping till you have drawn
Your last breath by his own wand
Horcruxes, the only way to
Defeat Voldermort's wrath
Seven horcruxes to demolish
Dear beloved Headmaster, Dumbledore
Gives you the task to rid the horcruxes
And with doing so, killing Voldermort
You, the chosen one must do the task
You, and your two best friends,
Ron and Hermione must go off
On a most peril and forbidden journey
No one is safe, no one can hide
As the story is waning to its finish