The serpent’s hiss is felt
Throughout a world made weary.
Its winding shape slithers
And slides through minds so bleary.
At Voldemort’s side it rides
With its proud head thrust to the sky.
Unnoticed by the world,
It creeps and winds and hope will die.
Born of a thousand nightmares
It lives in the hearts of wizards blind.
Poison from fangs bared
Drips into the folly-filled dreams of mankind.
The cobra and the darkling man
Grow in strength together.
Her milk it feeds his body’s needs
And frees his soul from tether.
But beware, pray be warned,
Thou evil duo. Your time is running out.
For into light is formed
The child sublime. A boy with love to flout.