A/N: This was a little poem I came up with in no time at all...so, it's not that very good and there is no rhymes, none that I'm aware of, atleast...Do as you please, print it out and jump on it if you hated it. Please tell me, if you review, why you hated it, so I know.
Struggle For Hope
It was an age of despair
Where Death was nigh
And Fear ruled
But it's darkest before morn'...
A boy was born
In the end of July
Bringer of Hope
Destroyer of Evil
A mere year old
He faced his counter
And when Lord Voldemort struck
He took the curse
Was that the end?
An end on a tale of sorrow?
Yet he survived, the Boy Who Lived
And Voldemort fled, barely alive
He was forced to move in
With the dastardly Dursleys
Treated him no good
And despised him for what he was
'Til his letter came
He thought he was a freak
An accident, a fault
Now he knew the truth
The giant man showed him wonders
With a promise he could do the same
Showed him strange new places
And alien worlds
At last, he was there
Made friends an' enemies
Worked through homework
And Harry was happy, for the first time
And in school
He faced his mortal enemy
Not one nor two but five times
Then he was told
He was terrified
He was hurt
He had the knowledge
What his destiny held for him
Broken, he returned
Yet another year, another challenge
But love and friends kept him flying
And he did good
That was until the Phoenix's Death
Taken by an oathbound man
He had the information
He had a goal
To destroy all horcruxes his nemesis made
Seven of them, holy number, oh irony!
He travelled near and far
He travelled day and night
He found six, number of love
Returned emptyhanded
Without hope
A broken soul
Then the Thinker gave them sorrow's message
Oh, Hermione, she had right
Only to kill the Dark Lord
He must kill himself
Ginny cried,"NO!"
She begged and she wanted
But that didn't help
And Harry, strucken by grief, hold her
A last lingering kiss
Lover's embrace
She let him go
Watched him leave, tears on her cheeks
They met on a meadow
Outside fair Hogwarts
They fought and cursed
Death as their judge
Suddenly
He layed his trumph
Energies of love
Taken from Ginny's kiss
The light was blinding
The witnesses were sure
It bathed the grassy valley
And of them both, were only dust
Ginny and his unborn child
Is the only left
Holding up the bloodline
Of the lily and stag