Hayyyyyyy!!!!! My first Harry Potter poem!!!!!!! Three cheers for me!!!!
Three hundreds of cheers for me. Yes? No? Do I deserve? Vote with the button at the end of the page! Hurry, I'm dying to get the answer! And be careful, if the reviews prove me once again that people hates me, I MAY attempting to end my worthless life with a pencil and a plate. That can be dangerous. Really dangerous. Don't you even think of trying.
Let's be serious now. Review? Please?
Mmmm. It's quite dangerous for me to be serious, too. So let's start the poem itself.
I've been fighting for years but now my victory's here
Within this helpless boy whose blood runs in my veins
This boy promised to death and the most violent pains
His life cost me so much, I delight in his fear
Given back my body given back my power
I'm free and whole again ready for this struggle
Ready to clean the world from the worthless Muggles
Ready to defy time and only grow stronger
Come Death Eaters it's time stop pretending and fight
We'll push them to their end then burst out into light
The traitors will suffer and the faithful break free
By fear and pain the unworthy's heart will be filled
The Ministry will fall and Dumbledore get killed
Every witch and wizard will soon kneel before me.