Book 7: The Deathly Hallows

The final battle is at hand,

The final battlefield fitting the sorry,

What better way than to die where you were born?

The birthplace of competent wizards and witches,

Shall be the final resting place,

Of an ancient duel.

Green and Red clash,

With dependable people on each side,

The forces at work,

Dictate the outcome.

Out of the smoke comes the winner,

Good has prevailed,

Justice has been served!

But this means nothing to a red-haired family,

They have lost a spark of joy,

History is written by the victors,

And this is the end of the tale.