Sequel to "Everlasting Scar" and second piece in "The Way of the Hero". This one takes place with the war possibly on the horizon in Harry's later years at Hogwarts. He contemplates his fate with a more dramatic view and feels somewhat trapped within' it all. (First HP Poem Ever)
Defiance is Futile
to have defied the darkness more than once
has locked me into an uncertain fate
a future that can't not be forseen
one of my mentors believes that i will die soon
if not now, then in the future under the heat
of war
so many souls look up to me
filled with admiration for my deeds
that i always seem to play the role of a hero
doing what is right for our world's sake
putting aside my fear, to concur it so
not everyone thinks so
namely my rivals and the hidden followers of
that darkness
holding a grudge for my reckless courageous
acts
or for what i caused their mighty lord
everyone in my world or those who've heard of
me
believe that i will lead them during our great
war
defeat and defy the great evil once more
do i ever wish to let them down?
to see the disappointment within' their eyes
so many see me and judge me
do i not care like any mortal for when i wish
wish, desire privacy from their peering eyes?
shield myself from others great expectations
clouds of doubt hover above my conscious like a
lead weight
i have these powers and a warrior's will
things that i haven't quite come to terms with
nor understand why i have them
those who admire me from afar think i'm some
god
or more like the left hand of god, gabriel of
sorts
so often that i cannot take the pressure
bending and tossing me around with words and
views
concepts i'm not ready to place upon myself
to become what the prophecy fortells of one
like me
sometimes i wonder many things of this
if i could just throw it all away
to attempt to be who i desire to be
prefer to not deal with the darkness again
after all of the pain he has caused me
it's all just too much
the strain wears me down
fear and doubt always around to remind me
that i am human
someone who isn't unbreakable
that's just not possible for me
i'm only human and mortal at that
another thing about this unwanted battle
can't i consider another role to play?
not a hero or a soldier fighting for his values
to use another possible skill i contain
learning to be a healer with ease
is it even possible that i can be a healer?
i'll let down many if i choose this path
they could call me a coward all they like
will that burn me so?
i can't stand to see the ones i love look at me
like that too
my burden is a mighty one
that i don't have much choice in
forced to conform
conscious tangled in confusion on what to do
to walk the forged path
or to reject it
the way of the hero is not an easy life
to each his own upon choice
reckless and naive as it had been
not yet broken is this soul
but i struggle with so many hardships
that i dangle near the ledge dangerously so
to lose all hope and fall away into an aybss
a pit of a breakdown and depression
with so many oceans left with stormy skies
above them
the wind lashing at my being and soul
grains of sand stinging the flesh like angered
wasps
so tortured am i not?
i need so much help yet i don't do anything to
seek it
feelings as if i should lone this
and that no one should have to bear it like i
do
i am alone in this world
even with companions as great as mine
quite impossible to find anyone who can match
up
to a destiny that is not so great anymore
Author's Note: Please read and review "Dead Man Walking" when you get the chance, my viewers!