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!
