The night weeps showers of sorrow
As death fills the air with sharp pain.
Heroes are lost and have fallen:
Loved ones not held e'er again.
He mourns, heart breaking, tears falling;
A part of him drowned in the rain.
Despair - a wound never-ending:
For a brother not seen e'er again.
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The morning brings bright tears of joy
For victory, at last, now attained.
Heroes have fought and succeeded:
Loved ones are free once again.
He smiles, applauding the conquest;
No more will darkness now reign.
Triumph - both bitter and sweet:
For a brother returns once again.
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Author's Note: This poem was written a while ago in honor of the Final Battle. I leave it to you to reader to decide which brother is which. Thank you for reading and reviewing on this anniversary of Voldemort's downfall and defeat.