The Downfall of the Dark Lord

In his bleak world

Of black and white

There was no grey

Choose dark or light.

 

Yet how could sun

Shine through the fog

When stifling gloom

Was childhood lost?

 

A youthful boy

In shadows lurked

No tears he shed

Love choked in murk.

 

With smooth black hair

And pale white skin

Tom Marvolo Riddle

Was steeped in sin.

 

Aged eleven

And off to school

Beware Hogwarts:

To be played a fool.

 

Throughout his years

In Slytherin

Tom gathered ‘friends’,

Awed pureblood kin.

 

Discarding names

Of muggle sort,

Soon magic feared

Lord Voldemort.

 

Tom’s graduation:

Been there, done that

Muggle attacks

Dread grew, time passed

 

Followers joined

To fight for their cause

Purebloods would rule,

Attacks without pause.

 

Then out of the gloom

Caused by the fright

Defenders appeared,

Beacons of light.

 

And at their head

Was Dumbledore

Dark serpent’s hiss

‘gainst lion’s roar.

 

A balance reached,

Though tipped aside

Would cause chaotic

Incoming tides.

 

Then came one night

When love changed all

He disappeared

The Dark did fall.

 

A one-year-old boy

Sacrificed for:

Harry’d go down

In magical lore.

 

As the years passed

Totaling sixteen

Riddle was beat

By friends in their teens.

 

Again and again

They incurred his wrath

Conquering obstacles

Lain in their path.

 

Led by the one

With emerald eyes,

Destined to take the

Dark Lord by surprise,

Harry James Potter

‘The Chosen One’

Looked, found, destroyed

The Horcruxes… Done!

 

The sun now sets

On the epic battle

Of Harry Potter

And Tom Riddle,

 

One standing triumphant

One fallen, defeated

The Elder Wand chose

Who emerged depleted.

 

In history…

Now and forever,

The Boy-Who-Lived

Will be remembered.

 

Thus ends the ballad

Of black and white

Of neverending

Dark and light.