The flaming red upon the head of this one tiny girl.
She sits to watch him battle, she falls upon the floor.
The green light flashes through the night and down one falls to join her.
Her scream echoes though dark and death. Her love, he is no more.
The brave and Valiant Chosen One, The boy who once survived
is dead and gone and will no more save all wizards from the Curse.
His eyes are closed forever and no more will he speak
to tell his story to all those, all those who dare to sneak
This brave young boy with coal black hair and eyes of brightest green
Has seen much more than most others have seen.
He is now gone and passed away, leaving his love to weep.
His memory, so brave and strong she will forever keep.
The Chosen One and the Dark Lord by potions_perfection
Chapter Notes: A/N: I don't remember why I wrote this, really. I get random ideas like this sometimes. If it were a fanfic, I would probably put it under Dark/Angsty and/or Romance. But it isn't a fic. Also, EVERYONE in the poem is Jo Rowlings. Thanks for the creation Jo!