Death comes
in a dark still form
sneaking, creeping
ever weeping
For your soul
your ever
sneaking, creeping
weeping soul
Most would shiver
back down fast
hid it the quiet
let it come
But not you
you stand your ground
yell out loud
and hold your wand
You Patronus
flashes now
just as silent
as death itself
You look on
as it shimmers
hawk to see
flaps its wings
You step forward
braver now
push death back
and yell a command
Flying
with a flash
like silver
goes the hawk
Winging, flying
won't give out
till death
is banished
Gone for now
release the bird
take a bow
and collapse.
