A pearl over cheeks of gold,
Left his eyes, sad, tired and old.
It was time,
For years of love to fold.
The phoenix rose from its ashes,
Sang in pain, it was whip-lashes,
It shed tears,
Over his dark eyes, sallow skin, eye lashes.
A potion concocted so strong,
All foolish wand-waving went wrong
It choked me up,
As he held Lily and cried hard and long.
A pig for slaughter he raised,
Hatred for the stag but the doe love blazed
It destroyed him,
But those green eyes never got erased
A man beyond all men he was,
Power and might was never a clause,
And it was his only cause.