The End
Seven years started a eleven,
It comes to a bitter end.
A school becomes a make shift heaven,
To every friendless child a true friend.
In current events nothing but death,
Our emotions easily toyed.
A locket some secret theft,
More souls to be destroyed.
You finish and the turn it took.
Yelling, screaming, swearing, crying,
You try so hard not to burn your book.
New lives taking over those of the dead an dieing.
All hearts left unmanned.
And every soul left unsatisfied, when the Harry Potter series ended.