Ode to Harry Potter
Oh, chosen one,
Born to thwart and evil son.
At the tender age of one.
A scar of lightening you bore.
A souvenir of a night of war.
The pain you have endured.
The hope you must ensure.
That good will triumph once more.
That is the way the owl soars.
So much death surrounds you,
So many lives taken away.
First your parents,
Who you never heard say “I love you.”
Next, Cedric Diggory, whom you knew well.
He was Hufflepuff’s seeker, to Voldemort he fell.
Third was Sirius Black, who you met in third year.
When you found out he was “after you,” you shed some tears.
But it turns out he was innocent, not guilty of his crime.
He was your godfather, but sadly, death took his life.
Bellatrix Lestrange killed poor Black.
And now I fear he will never come back.
And lastly, poor Albus Dumbledore,
Who had protected you, he was your whole world.
And now he is gone, so sad but true.
Harry, what are you going to do?
Born to thwart and evil son.
At the tender age of one.
A scar of lightening you bore.
A souvenir of a night of war.
The pain you have endured.
The hope you must ensure.
That good will triumph once more.
That is the way the owl soars.
So much death surrounds you,
So many lives taken away.
First your parents,
Who you never heard say “I love you.”
Next, Cedric Diggory, whom you knew well.
He was Hufflepuff’s seeker, to Voldemort he fell.
Third was Sirius Black, who you met in third year.
When you found out he was “after you,” you shed some tears.
But it turns out he was innocent, not guilty of his crime.
He was your godfather, but sadly, death took his life.
Bellatrix Lestrange killed poor Black.
And now I fear he will never come back.
And lastly, poor Albus Dumbledore,
Who had protected you, he was your whole world.
And now he is gone, so sad but true.
Harry, what are you going to do?