Just Kill Me, Please
There once was boy with a lightning bolt scar
He was an orphan, a murder escapee
Each night he would wait up to stare at the stars
To wish away his cursed reality
He was kept alive for the proper moment
Though tested at every turn
The product of a desperate atonement
Of a man he'd soon wish burn
Loved and hated by the changeable crowd
Even by friends betrayed
His silent actions pleaded out loud
His sanity slowly frayed
A Slytherin made Lion by other's hate
The truth to him came wrapped
And he prayed for the choice to abdicate
But already his future was mapped
As the battle raged on, he walked to the cover of trees
His mercy in black asked for final words
He merely begged, "Just kill me, please."
And it ended in the light of a killing curse.