The Cost of Freedom

I watched as he brewed his first potion,

I saw his first flight on a broom,

His laughter and joy of discovery,

Carefully nurtured he started to bloom.

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He conquered each challenge that faced him,

His courage was never in doubt.

So why didn't anyone notice,

As our saviour slowly wore out?

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His laughter is fading away, now,

And I fear that his childhood has fled.

The battle is quick to consume him,

He won't rest 'til the other is dead.

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His friendships are all that sustain him,

But friends can be fallible, too.

All we can do is support him,

He's the one who must see this through.

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The fates are preparing their scissors

Contrasting the two strands of thread.

For the climax is growing much closer

Soon one of the two must be dead.

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It looks like he's certain to win this,

The hero always does save the day.

If death is the next great adventure,

At least he'll be free, either way.