by Elizabeth Newton, © 2001
Sad days when people cry,
Serpents and skulls fill the sky.
Children scream
as Daddy shrieks with pain,
brother Charles will never walk again.
Lies and secrets hover 'round,
evil ones cannot be found,
for some are good,
and some are bad,
but even the wisest can still be had.
Truth is scarce in this time of evil...
then Harry came...
he saved these people.