The Chosen One

A poem about Harry Potter Inspiration from a prompt by Aashka Shah

The Chosen One

The prophecy has stated with its shreiking voice

That neither shall live and both won’t rejoice

That one shall die or both shall cry

That the Dark Lord has scarred this Chosen One boy

 

Who is this boy with his lightning bolt scar

With eyes like the ocean, his mom in the stars

His hair jet black like his dad, never flat

His godfather-friend, Mr. Sirius Black

 

His never-fearing friends, always there till the end

His love of his life, her red hair and freckled spice

His wand of phoenix thread, with the dark lord this is shared

But which one is greater, the dark lord or his dare

 

Though we seem to assume that this Potter is true

This chosen one’s quest seems to have no such cleft

But Potter is a symbol of what love can really do

With courage and bravery, what books cannot prove

 

Who knows? Some think it’s true

Maybe the chosen one…maybe it’s you

Author's Note

i was really in the mood since harry potter just came out