Dumbledore's Poem
Gone are the lights that sparkled in your eyes,
Sleeping is your face so gentle and wise.
Still is the gargoyle guarding your room,
Unlit are type candles to fight the gloom.
Silent is your tomb so stately and white,
Casting a reflection in the afternoon light.
Sad are the students leaving flowers for you,
Weeping are the staff remembering too.
Your memory lives on healthy and hale,
Though you are gone beyond the Veil.