Apprehensions for the Latest Harry Potter Book

Poor Harry's a goner- that much I can say,

For fantasy frequently goes in that way,

But much sadder fancies keep seizing my brain-

'Tis enough to keep one in unbearable pain!

O who could it be now? The tragedy's set,

For someone will perish- our eyes shall be wet-

Into mourning the nerds all the sudden must go,

Fie, cruel J.K. Rowling! To break our hearts so!

The Weasleys will clearly a prime target be

(What a horrid and heart-wrenching loss that will be!)

To leave Arthur a wid'wer or George without Fred?

How many would rather themselves die instead!

Or what about Hagrid? The gentle, huge man-

Can this be a part of the novelist's plan?

Or Neville?! –From this madd'ning book I must fly,

Imploring "Sweet Neville, I beg you, don't die!"

In unhappy conjecture I thus my time spend,

'Till God in his mercy the magic hour send,

When I get my copy, though I am but poor,

And (for best or worse) know at long last for sure!