I'm not sure how I was ever in the mood to write something so moody and melancholy, but there you go. This is set in the scene outlined as King's Cross in Harry's mind after he 'died'. I hope you like it. :)

Within the tempest you swill the darkness
Like an evil brew;
It drenches your soul in fire.
None shall broach for fear of you,
For you are vile.

Misery is the sole company you keep
In the quiet;
It hums so loudly in your ears.
None shall ever dare to speak to you,
For you are unnamable.

Longing for respite from the hollowness
Will never leave;
It has now defined you.
That which you reviled has become your reality,
For you are Death.