Filled with angst, filled with power,
The grain of life, lost in the hour,
Visions running through his head,
Of his vivid life, of what went bad,
When he was willing to drink the elixir of life,
Now he wants it to end with the blood of a knife,
When he once opened the chamber of darkness, the slithering snake,
Now he holds his own life at stake,
A tear of blood runs down his face,
Such an emotion there was never a trace,
Wishing and hoping that life could be fixed,
His ambition, his power should never have mixed.
His spirit survived through the many elements,
The Horcruxes meant his magic hadn't spent,
His one weakness was the strength of love and sacrifice,
He was the darkness; deaths alone would not suffice,
Finally thanks to a faithful ally,
His immortality was insured, that he would not die,
He was restored to life, by his flesh and bone,
But nothing would change his cold heart of stone,
The deeds he had done, the sins he had sinned,
Could not easily be forgiven,
But ultimately his destiny, was to destroy his arch enemy,
Neither could live while the other survived,
He made the choice, it would be himself who would die…