Part One: 1979 – 1981
Darkness and death covered the land,
spread fast between house and hill,
torture and despair fell from not one hand
but many: Death Eaters were out to kill,
acting on one single’s word.
Resistance grew on another man’s might,
so let legend and history be heard
of only a few people’s fight.
One single wizard is there first
to stand against another one’s thirst
for power, yet it takes not long
before more join the flaming bird’s song.
The Order of the Phoenix the resistance is called,
hoping to put a halt
to the Dark Lord’s destructive deeds,
wishing that this one day leads
to peace for all and everyone;
yet many things start to go wrong.
They are outnumbered one to twenty
and the dangerous creatures are plenty,
siding along with deepest night,
heightening more the Dark Lord’s might.
One by one, each after the other –
mother, father, sister, brother –
members of the Order are killed
and their resisting blood is spilled.
Infiltration is daily order,
over more than just one border;
spying for the other side,
not a single person might
know of a friend’s betraying
or listen to other people this saying.
Although they stand no chance to win
every day they walk knife’s edge this thin,
never give up hope just there and then
and like the Phoenix from his ashes they rise again,
fighting until there stands the last one
and battle is either lost or won.
The fiercest war soon is raging,
innocent people all over engaging,
hunting down creature and man:
to survive you have to do what you can.
A new soul suddenly speaks up,
although to drink from blood-filled cup
she did not wish, yet done she has,
involving someone more than less.
An unborn boy is the prophecy’s talk,
leading an ‘old close’ one to stalk
and bring the news to the Dark Lord –
never thinking the mission to abort.
The Dark Lord’s thinking is going to kill,
to prove the law is his own will.
He wouldn’t know the change of heart,
for love he never would be smart.
It was what the other once had felt
and still does, although no longer held
the friendship to the unborn’s mother,
yet to safe her life he willed to bother
the resistance’s highest head,
for what he’s done he felt just bad.
The head agrees to help him out,
but wants to hear the other shout
that he will help him protect the three,
giving a chance from death to flee.
Reverse goes now the spying,
not detected is skilled lying,
yet safety is not shielding long:
betrayal allows the deathly song
to ring through house, flesh and soul;
but not achieved is the Dark Lord’s goal.
The mother dies, her heart is with love,
sacrifice allows the white dove
to freely fly across the land,
ridding all from deathly hand.
Yet many would not see this end,
death follows them the way they went.
They fight for peace and better times,
risking life to stop the crimes
of the Dark Lord. Each and all
see blinding light before they fall,
silently, dead to the ground,
never to hear another sound.
From the Ashes: The Order of the Phoenix by luinrina
Chapter Notes: Disclaimer: Unfortunately, the characters of Harry Potter and all the others mentioned within the next rhymes were already created by another author who had the luck to come up with this idea first. So, no character whatsoever is mine; it’s all J.K. Rowling’s.
The idea for this poem came when reading ‘Great Expectations’ by Cassandra’s Cross, where Ginny Weasley Potter starts writing a book on the Order of the Phoenix. This book carries the title ‘From the Ashes’ and upon reading Cassandra’s story, the first rhymes popped into my head. I therefore want to thank this fantastic author for being such an inspiring source. Please keep writing, Cassandra, your stories are fantastic.
Chapter Endnotes: This was just the beginning; the second part is going to be about the fourteen years of peace, the new rise of Voldemort and up until the end. Originally I didn’t think about dividing this poem, but what now is the first part came out to be longer than anticipated. Hopefully I won’t have to cut the second one into halves. But first I have to write and see. So stay tuned to find out.
Hopefully you liked this part of the poem. Because the second one is still in the creation process, you’re welcome to give advice if you have suggestions how I can improve. So thanks for reading, please take the time to leave a review.
Finally I want to thank my sister for proof-reading and assisting when the tact was missing, giving the poem back the fluent reading. Your help is always appreciated, thanks a lot.