The Fateful Night of Four
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Traitorous, traitorous, what good am I?
Alone in the world wondering why
The rat, the rat must not go free
The rat went free because of me
If only, if only to reset time
Who cares for me, he must not die
To try, to try to keep them safe
To lose control--what a disgrace
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The grass, the grass, it whips at me
Here I am and here I'll be
To run, to run I must not lose
To the forest I must move
To rest, to rest and above all regret
In the form of a stag I am a savior and I must not let
The dementors the dementors they are here
But alas, I am too weak to care
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Disclaimer: I don't own dementors, Harry Potter or anything of the like.
A/N: Please review!! I would be very interested to hear your take on the poem. I'm not sure if it's too confusing or the right amount of confusing...