The Rise and Fall of Harry Potter

Death....
None have experienced such as this boy for his heart was twisted, turned, and fooled with as if it was a child's toy 

 Oh, what has happened to this poor, poor, boy for even before he was born another had felt such scorn towards him 
 For a prophecy had been told, that threatened the evil one's might and filled him with such a fright as he set off on his mission to destroy this boy on that dark, dark night 
 But little did he know the boy had the power of his mother's love stronger than any dark magic that he could use to cause havoc
 He that night returned weakened by the boy's secret powers might and unsatisfied with the deaths of the boy's parent 
 For he knew the boy would grow up with his own mission to seek revenge on him The evil one knew and feared that he had finally met his match and he did not know what to do with a thought like that so he depend his mission to destroy the boy Oh, but, as the boy grew up stronger than the evil one would had liked losing to this boy at all but two, so he thought of their fights
 For in these battles, the boy was left rattled at the deaths of the ones that cared for him so, like his parents had on that dark, cruel night 
 All the boy thought he had left was himself and the unshakable thought of this so called "lord" who was nothing but a thief to have taken away this boy's hope and left him out to mope
 But this boy stayed strong in the hopes of his final battle with this "lord" that would free him of his load
 The only thing the boy feared for if he did not complete his mission the world would be left without his assistance no one to defeat the "lord" 

This poem is about: 
Our world

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