How can this be fair?
To be left in such despair.
The longing feeling for love,
taken away by a cruel curse,
a nasty blast.
The one which hit the Weasley boy - Fred,
and suddenly left him for dead.
A cry.
A weep.
And a squeak.
Had all sounded at once,
because only a moment had gone,
when they realized he had, indeed, passed on.
With a weak mother's scream,
the death of her son was announced.
No, this had to be a bad dream.
A nightmare.
A false terror.
This could not be true.
This could not have happened.
A beloved brother and son,
was lost to an unhuman war.
But there was nothing else they could do -
the damage was done.
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Harry Potter poems
PoetryThis book is a collection of my Harry Potter poems. Hope you enjoy! (spoiler alert, some of them are kind of sad:( sry) Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, but I have written all of these poems so they are mine.
