Let free your sad, sullen soul... see it soar.
The Boy Who Lived, the Chosen One here,
Shrouded in myth, forgot but save through lore
A weary hero, who lost all held most dear.
Fought not for honour, died for peace and love;
Open all thine eyes, see it one and true
He shed no tears, spirit shone like a dove
Gently fell... wrapped in blood-splattered hue.
A life poisoned by bloody death and fear,
Charm to eclipse the pinnacle of light
Knew never a shred, was not a seer,
But refused always... to give up his fight.
His war waged on terror, the black abyss.
He walked a dreary path, beneath tired dreams
Haunted every step... by death-ridden hiss.
A heart torn, crushed at its own bloodied seams.
But through courage and friendship knew he joy,
Begotten beneath a heaving breast, lay
His greatest strength; a heart that knew no ploy
Tender... passionate... forbidden to slay.
'So hold up high thy head, speak no vile lies;
Knowest thou his tale: a boy become man,
Purest of souls seen through glassy-green eyes
Thought no wizard was his power greater than.
Honour him, for here he lies; know his call:
Fight always, give in not. Yes, here he rests
For the eons, surpassed all given tests,
Harry Potter, the Saviour of All.'