To Dumbledore.

Fallen Hero

He walked along a lonely street
And only trouble he could meet.
No road to left, no road to right,
And only fight and fight, and fight.
But no complaining and no return,
He saw the point of going on.
With just a smile in his eyes
He felt a soul through the ice.
So deadly tired and so extremely strong,
The street was so dark to walk along.
So old and so youthfully brave,
With him everyone felt safe.
He fought for justice, he fought for faith.
His choice and decision was simple and straight.
And only his half-moon glasses left on a book
Remind us of what it took.
He was the best. He was the last.
A Fallen Hero of the past.