Opposites, in many eyes,
We're similar, below the skies.
Both raised on poison, on lies and hate.
Guardians wished to "set us straight".
But I believed the lies.
You learned to yearn for love.
I learned that love was earned.
I had prideful hate, and hateful pride,
A crown of thorns that I held up high
We both learned pride, at our father's knees.
But where my pride bound, yours set you free.
Free to love whomever.
And free to be loved.
Watched, from up above.
Opposites, I've heard you think.
But I like to picture opposite twins.
Pawns in a battle we never can win.
It's not our battle! It's not even our game.
Fighting for opposite sides, yet the same.
Hero and villain, fated to hate.
We have no choice; there's no tricking fate.
I obey, trusting, believing.
You never trust, ducking and weaving,
You have so much to lose.
I have so much to gain.
In the end, it's all the same.
We all know the ending.
Look in the mirror, and what do you see?
Your deepest desire, which longs to be free-
You see yourself, in your mother's embrace.
I see my father, with pride on his face.
Yet both are impossible.
You long for the dead, you watch them dying.
I long for the living, for a mother who's smiling.
Yet both of us are crying.
Is that so impossible?
And now you face your own lone death.
Alone, you face your final breath.
Where are those who loved you best?
And Dumbledore?
I tried to kill, and failed.
You tried to die, and flailed.
I was preened to kill, you groomed to die
Which is better? Both lives were lies.
We all know who won, but what we lost:
Childhoods, innocence- they were the cost.
Never to return.
Nor do the dead, we learn.
You won.
I lost.
But what?
I learned to love.
You learned to live.
There's nothing left to take.
There's nothing left to give.
I hope, for your sake.