The final battle, won by Harry Potter

The monster stood before them,

A black creature of death

Red were his eyes, fire his breath

He stood in the middle,

Like the master of the night

Surrounded by his servants,

All quivering at his sight…

Eyes burning, like fires from hell

With one quick motion, one of the number fell

His voice was like a hissing serpent

Words as cold as stone,

If they were directed at you, you stood alone

Orders were given, in a demanding hiss

Those who disobeyed,

Were delivered with a kiss…

Creatures, dark as night, would follow his command

Spoken in a deadly hiss and more like a demand

His servants followed him, with hoods drawn high

Their names were unknown as they were struck to die

Only one stood to face him, followed by those true

They believed in what as night,

Not what he said to be,

They were led by the strongest one of the light

He was the one chosen to fight the last fight…

His friends followed him,

Not like servants of the night

But as people fighting for all what was pure

He faced the towering monster

All shadows and death surrounded him

He looked into his fiery eyes and took one last breath

The fight was magnificent

The battle between light and dark

The night above sparkled, with the emerald dark mark

Each blow was matched,

By one from the other

One had blood from the savior, the other from his mother

The fight continued and finally…

The battle was finished…

The victor stood above the monster and watched him diminish

The light shone on, bright as the shining sun

And they all smiled

For the war was won…