Like a fire scorching unwilling skin,
Or the thrust of a venomous dagger,
The intensity of the Lord within,
Causes Harry to cry out and stagger.
It burns at his mind; his insides revolt,
Against the evil that Voldemort wreaks.
He must shut down; from this sight call a halt,
To ensure that the horror‘s not unleashed.
Sick with despair at Hermione’s pain,
Apparating away, thwarting their foe,
But one there, secured sorrow would remain
And her blade cut their rescuer, so,
Harry’s path now is shown, clear in his head.
Grief and love spur him on. Dobby is dead.
The Labyrinth Mind by Equinox Chick
Story Notes:
I'd like to thank Fresca (Colores) for running the challenge on 'Poetry, Anyone?' that inspired me to write this poem.
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