A/N: Okay, very badly written, it literally took me five minutes to write - its Iambic pentameter, meaning, 10 syllables per line, and every second syllable is stressed...I tried to make it rhyme, I think it worked, again, not very good, but please R&R and if you like it, I'll continue

I fight a war beside the one I love
and never do I dare to tell him why
my soul screams out in such a bitter cry
whenever one he cares about is lost

he knows not why i'd fight until the death
for kin of man to whom I held contempt
and why each night, alone i hide away
when to my bed to go some would attempt

my life would be so empty without he
who never even gives a second glance
whos only goal is to keep alive
as many as he can in Dark Lord's Dance

It is a dance he thinks he cannot win
and yet he tries in vane to put things right
to make the world once more a better place
and flood the very darkness out with light

a gentle sigh escapes his silken lips
as yet another man in battle falls
the weasley boy, his last surviving friend
and then a scream of grief floats down the halls

the dark one, knowing better than to gloat
removes himself quite quickly from the place
a grieving wizard like this one, he knows
is much to dangerous to safely face

he stands there, quietly on shaky legs
and I stand back unsure of what to say
until I notice tears run down his face
and then, toward I move without delay

quite hesitant my arm wraps 'round his waist
to pull him close to me as best I can
to give him comfort for his weary heart
and then, my magic used so we depart

he stays with me this night, I know not why
perhaps because to drained, he is to leave
and so, I leave him to his lonely thoughts
of people he has lost - I let him grieve.