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Alas, earwax.
As the grew into the hero
he never believed he could be
he wondered if the pain endured was worth it
if he could defy his destiny.
Sneaking round the castle halls
falling into victory
he never asked for a bit of glory
wishing for faded memories
guided by the lord benign
running from a tarnished past
his blood with the evil one entwined
desparate forces against him massed.
His fear was that he'd lose his soul
while fighting for loved ones lives
in the end his life made whole
when he knew he could no longer hide
from why he was so celebrated
when nothing else could be done
and the times when he felt lost and hated
burning neath an evil sun.
He faught and won, a victor true
a path no others could ever follow
traitorous wand from blood hewn
keeper of the deathly hallows.
