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Harry visits his parents' grave before the last battle.
The dark mark faint as ash before me,
drifts with the dust-motes through the trees,
And while I sit the dead lie sleeping,
In Godric's Hollow cemetery.
Outside the gates the world is flowing,
Thousands caught up in it's stream,
Love and friendship torn asunder,
War and conflict, death and pain.
But here the breeze sings sonnets to me,
Comfort in the graveyard trees,
My past and present blurred together,
A future I am afraid to see.
I've had friends and I've had lovers,
I've felt death - her sweet caress.
There is no time for tender kisses,
No time for pity, joy or rest.
And so I am content to wander,
Through sun-dappled ranks of stone,
My parents cold at rest beneath me,
Love and comfort, dust and bone.