3. Voldemort

 For now there is a threat that all can see
My long awaited war will come about
The enemies who watched my fall with glee
My rise from purgatory cannot doubt

In dealing death, I earned eternal life
At leisure I repented of that goal
The child wielded my own spell as a knife
To sever mortal flesh from lasting soul

And so flung formless into death's own vale
The deathless sorceror the world reviled
It gave them hope to see such power fail
Repeatedly defeated by a child

Now those who seek such weakness will find none
The dark lord's time of formlessness is gone