Disclaimer: I don't own HP, or ANYTHING, 'cept this poem.

It's all about fear and what we need to combat it.

Fear and Courage.

Fear

Icy fingers reaching up

From the grave to strike

Deep into the hearts of men

And steal the love and the like.

Fear

Twisting, turning

Deep inside your heart

Blackness gathering at the edges of sanity;

Divided into dying parts.

Fear

Black smoke ensnares the soul

Black mists blind the eye

Numb and forsaken,

There is no one there to hear you cry.

Fear

Dark waters slip around you

Threaten to pull you in

Down; to the depths of mindless terror

Your screams are a signal for their torture to begin.

Courage

Is the warm winds that rescue you

That bear you from seas to land:

Upon it's shores, fire is born

Steeling your soul in fiery bands.

Fear

Who will hear your screams?

Courage

Not all is what it seems.

Fear

Who will hear your cries?

Courage

And therein fear dies.

Fear

Courage is delusioned death!

Courage

Take your warm, gentle breath.

Fear is death only

If we let it be.

If we let Fear rule

We damn ourselves mindless and cruel.

How can Fear combat Joy?

Combat Peace?

Combat Love?

It cannot.

Fear is strong, yet heart is stronger

Soul is pure and steeled with fire

Raise your eyes to meet the evil

And find the courage to proclaim Fear liar.


Well . . . if anyone is reading, what did you think? Please review, flames welcome!