Ode to an Elf
Down in the Malfoys' kitchens he dwelled
Once, which was his home and prison,
Brave enough he was, though, to strive for release.
Bound he was to them — a property, a slave,
Yet he defied all to aid the one he loved;
Time and again, a helping hand.
He returned to his prison house one last time
Evaded all the dangers, his last masters bested
For the sake of the chosen one and his friends;
Rescued them all at the cost of his life.
Even as silver gleaned rubies, he whispered that name.
Evening falls now upon his grave by the shore. Look —
Ere the hand of time wipes him who rests here —
Loyal to his liberator but bound to none,
Finally freed from the fetters of life.