I do not own Harry Potter.
Fall
Red eyes, swollen eyes,
Happiness has lied,
Tears -stop-, something dies,
You're all dried up inside.
Young girl, crying girl,
No princess in sight,
Don't. look. As life will whirlll,
With Death's fair calling light.
Small boy, weakling boy,
No knight, no! not here,
Fallen to a pleasures ploy,
Judgment bells are near.
A follower, just a follower,
Plead innocence again,
Plead! but your heart is slo w e r,
As justice wills you slain.
What a feat! A marvelous feat,
For the dead to escape their death,
For so long, pursuers o ff b ea t,
But now we've caught your breath.
Dead inside, now outside too,
For all the lives you took,
A cut throat has been your due,
A bloody. Babbling. brook!
The girl, the boy, so childish,
But not really children at all,
Bellatrix had her dying wish,
For Rodophus, with her, to
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