Part I: Battle

Worlds collide!
Human and creature band together
against the mighty evil who comes
bearing the flag of peace
and firing the cannons at the same time.

Chosen one!
Hope of the souls, hope for a life
he falls under the spells of the dark
and brings from his lips curses
that tear the world apart.

Endless blood!
Coming from the wound on the earth
flowing, cascading, reaching new depths;
a voice is screaming for help
and there will be none left to answer.

Gruesome spells!
They aren't green and red,
unforgivable but quick and merciful.
These are the ideas of insane minds
bearing fruits from the sown dark hearts.

Let it end!
Finish the scavenging of souls
separate the good from the bad
kill them all with flame and purple spells
let it end, to save us all.

Part II: Death

Black is everywhere, from his eyes when opens them
to his heart when he tries to remember
those who were by his side.

The ones who fought beside him are no longer there
and he's alone, as he was in the beginning
when he stepped out from a cupboard
to find his life in a spotlight he didn't want;
theather of puppets, all tangled with the strings.

The light is gone from his eyes, from his soul
and all he has now is the result of a murder and a spell
kept alive in a locket of gold
and hidden beneath the black hair he got
from a father who died to save him.

Yet he doesn't remember the cold of loneliness
or the warmth of a friend's embrace.
It's the void he feels.

Indifference, weighting as much as guilt.

Suddenly, there is one more.

Part III: Rebirth

Bright red velvet, love and death together,
create a pleasant bed to rest for all the ages.
Burning light blinds, innocence forced into his mind,
trying to make him leave the sleep he deserves.
What do you mean I can go back?
What good does it do to return to a place
I left with no intention of going back?

Screaming souls crying out for help,
but who is there to help the soul that was lost first?
They become one, from the divine that was
in essence divided.

Resurrection is a hard choice
but twins come forth to save their world.
It's changed much from what they knew
and technology roams where spells walked.

Mundane lives have filled the place
where they found common ground
in a safe haven of wishes come true,
the home they knew .

Where once there were three hallows
now wakes up the single god of death.
It's called Oppenheimer and he regrets
the victims who fell for his disgrace.

The twins befriend him and promise him peace;
"To right the wrongs of mankind."

Machines bearing poison in their bellies
buried powerhouse of death.
They don't purify the same way a spell did.
That's where they come in.

Part IV: Dystopia

Few are left of them, fading with the passing of time.
Yet they find help where they left it,
where once were Hogwarts' grounds.

There's a gem amidst leaves who brings forth
wisdom and will, hand in hand
heart in heart.

Mentors brought from the grave they created,
come and save the wizardkind from falling
the same as they fell for arrogance and pride.

Part V: Pure

Open the chest, unravel the golden chain.

There is power in sacrifice,
there is power in love.
There is power inside the two
who turn into ashes the concrete and plastic.

Once green, now browned and grayed.
Once pure, now stained with chemicals.

The two equals come to clean
with magic, long gone from this world.

Rivals once, allies once more.
Two orphans making a home for all.

Ghosts come to dance to the tune of their chants,
music brought by the fizzling of spells
hitting the hearts of mundane men who don't know better
than to kill and destroy all that's alive.

The world rises again, purified.