I wrote this through streams of tears after reading the final installment of the Harry Potter Series. It is a poem-letter from Harry to the rest of those fighting in the final battle. It takes place just before he meets Voldemort (obviously). Please R&R. All good writers need criticism.

**SPOLIERS**

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The Open Letter

They say writing in truth without inspiration
is not writing at all, but continuing to push,
To try,
When you sense the world is failing,
when the morals gifted to you are tested,
Regrets the flaw of none.

I stumbled past the rubies, fallen, shattered
with little grace and dignity, I know I must continue,
To fight
To avenge even the most insignificant of deaths,
To fulfil the promise of one last day of peace,
Of happiness, when the world grants us none.

I whisper incoherently to myself in union
With the war torn cries of those around me and I know
I must try,
To face my fears; not to press the lies, the humour,
Or the sense that everything will be alright,
But to provide the courage we all need to believe it is true.

It is too soon to say I am sorry for what is lost,
For what cannot be returned or what will never be the same
again,
But as I walk into the stretch of darkness which is my death,
I know I am not alone, never alone,
For I am followed, invisible to all but the deepest of consciousness,
By my friends, family, dead or alive, who give me the strength,
To take one more step, one more,
To admit my defeat, my fate, my truth,

“I am about to die”…

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-thesolitaryone-