I. Destiny

A son was born to one who shunned his wife,
The mother left to wander on her own.
She died in birth; the boy was left alone,
To lead a childhood loveless, filled with strife.
With rage and hate his heart was sadly rife.
He turned to darkness 'fore he was full grown,
And learned the arts of magic most unknown,
To realize his power over life.

He split his soul to live forever bold.
And gathered servants 'round him as a lord.
They set upon the world as hooded hoard.
Then one was born, his destiny foretold.
He fought with love, to end the brutal war:
The world would fear such evil nevermore.



II. Fate

The sky was drenched with blood red clouds on high,
As stars rose to their heights amid the glow.
The field was dark and silent down below,
Where one man stood alone, set to defy.
This man - a boy - looked fate right in the eye;
He faced the Dark Lord, met his every blow.
At last he vanquished evermore his foe;
But lost his life and had to say good-bye.

The boy had saved them all from evil's threat.
His strength of heart had moved him to prevail:
The world would be forever in his debt.
Yet time had come for him to pass the veil.
His last breath left cold lips with no regret -
And so concluded Harry Potter's tale.