Soldiers Too Young
A prophecy traced back into the past
The very reason he grew up so fast.
It changed his life before it had even begun;
He, who was the Chosen One.
The envious redhead, a true friend
Whose loyalty knew no end.
He walked under his numerous brothers' shadows;
For his famous friend, he'd happily walk to the gallows.
Filled with love and compassion are her eyes,
A witch under muggleborn 'guise.
They called her the insufferable know-it-all
No matter what, she never failed to stand tall.
His grandmother expected him to be his parents' son;
There were times he desperately wished could be undone.
He overcame his insecurities, though
And became worthy of being called a Hero.
His left arm adorns the Dark Mark,
His parents support the side of the Dark.
He's uncertain now, his life full of terror;
Still, he must fight for all he holds dear.
There were many more
Walking bravely towards Death's shore,
Their worlds were filled with strife,
Fearing and fighting for their lives.
They were mere children,
Fighting hearts that were frozen;
They had seen and heard too much,
Having endured Evil's cruel touch.
Through friendship, terror, love and pain,
Fighting through sun, hail, storm and rain,
Pure goodness always in their hearts;
The Loyal, The Cunning, The brave and The Smart.
Soumya | ©amberglow