HarryPotter
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You were driven from my mind for a time
by attractive covers and synopses...
Then happiness faded into the lull of boredom.
My mind was filled only with tiring thoughts
Who are you?
You're a French blonde.
You laughed at Dumbledore's speech, and you called
the boy who lived "this little boy".
What are you?
You're a girl who goes to Beauxbatons, and you got
The prophecy to end the dark reign
A hero, a boy born at July's end
A revenge for those who have died in van
Through life and death this boy they must defend
Distance closes inBecomes realityFinds it's way inTakes the last of me
It wasn't always this wayIt wasn't like this before he was thereIt was differentAnd I'm sorry I couldn't keep it here
Rising from the somber ash
Burning brightly toward extinction
Pyres pale against its shadow
Exalted for its penchant for resilience
The boggarts are drawing near
unearthing each of my deepest fears,
petrifying me in my waking hours
bringing forth horrendous screams,
