beauty: her tawny hair is brushed with diamonds,
I have but spent a million years counting the points of light,
held tightly to her breast, my heart is sown with love,
strung my life across her own,
give me a mount, hearth and derth,
speaking only to her;
Bid me turn back the sun and i will
burn my wings to do as thy request...

cleansed of dark, following the simple lives
to forgotten shores,
walking through the trees, speaking in tongues
that only I can hear-
pulled through the darkness,
fanfare erupts.
in his honey sweetened tongue evil
bid me join the reign...

"Believe!" Cried the master, "I am the future
making the rules of Ministry,
see the black hearted storm troppers;
bare chested giants have my decree."
Bearers of my symbol, hex spinning officials,
muggle harming-
bids his minions to slay the unpure
lest the world stop turning...

Evil forgets, feeding on lies,
eaten alive of their own accord.
wizards lose their power, statues fall and
gryffins prepare for war.
spells race round the field, evil routed
pandemonium seesaw...
I stand my ground, as evil bleeds,
"How can I lose?"

And then I return to my tawny beauty,
for whom it all is fought.