Harry's POV.

Genre: Poetic/Angst (?)

A/N: My first real HP poem thing…Harry's talking about You-Know-Who when he's referring to 'Him'

--Shorter--

The spirits,

Of those who died,

By Him,

For Him.

They cry out,

Though you cannot hear them,

They mourn in despair,

Though you cannot see it…

He's coming now…

Who knew…

It would be this way…

Fifteen years,

Isn't too long.

Too young to die,

Too young,

Too helpless,

Help…

…me

…for He is close now…

The lightning bolt

Engraved,

Scared

Into my head…

It burns blood red,

For time, is growing short,

Shorter by the second.

Shorter…

Shorter..

Shorter.

He is here…