The Boy Who Died

The Boy Who Died was bullied
An outcast, alone and misunderstood
His life was cruel until magic school
Where he learned about evil and good
The Boy Who Died loved magic
The girl he loved did too
Long red hair, kind and brave
Her life he couldn’t save
There was only one thing left to do
The Boy Who Lived was the hero,
A clone of arrogance and pride
Surrounded by love and affection
For his mother, my sworn protection
Always,
The Boy Who Died

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