A wise man spoke these words to me,
But my soul the Dark Lord did enslave.
Goodness shines from beyond the grave,
Yet Dumbledore’s light I refused see.
“Remember a boy who was good and brave.”
My life the Death Eaters did deprave,
Their Dark Mark etched searingly.
But my soul the Dark Lord did enslave.
Words the wise man freely gave,
His refrain echoed constantly,
“Remember a boy who was good and brave.”
And my rent heart he sought to save,
Offering life, a chance to be free.
But my soul the Dark Lord did enslave.
Past actions Dumbledore forgave,
Exhorting us all to unity,
“Remember a boy who was good and brave.”
But my soul the Dark Lord did enslave.