for fear.
I wait every hour
for him to appear.
Across many beaten paths
we all shun
away, hands over breast,
waiting for it to be done.
He comes to me
with a powerful, strong,
awesome voice
that They say can do no wrong.
My heart stops short.
Death Eaters stand aside,
letting Him do His Dark Art.
I’d be a fool to hide.
His ways are err’d –
it takes a fool not to have
noticed. And still
they follow. I hope no one will forgive.
His ways are err’d –
They should use the brains They have.
And still
they follow. I hope no one will forgive.