Cooking, like a fair man.
When suddenly, a dark noise, which makes man's spine turn cold was heard.
Turned towards the light, and saw the great destroyer.
Murderer of joy and happiness both.
Like a coward I ran, to the armory t'was.
For there the
greatest weapon, mankind's true ally waited.
So return I did, and awaited it did.
From high upon a great throne of wood.
It looked down and menacingly stared, but no action was taken, for it though man to be of no threat.
But t'was the genius, the cleverness of man, for it was blind towards an idle man.
And so man struck, no longer afraid.
As it cried out to it's brethren, the kith of dumbledore, it was struck by the righteous mace.
Now perished and gone, man said to his self:
Holy ****, my heart had almost stopped!
