For a lost cause the mad fool fought,
Even he knew his chance of victory was naught.
The 6th law of power he must obey,
He cannot bear for his legacy to decay.
Locked in Azkaban he passes his days,
Expecto Patronum is his new catchphrase.
With the person of jelly he shall reunite,
The moon too, what a delight!
Guile is his tool for a prison break,
Then a new identity he shall make.
Like a phoenix he shall rise,
Sadly a greater fall is his fateful prize.
But for now his ballad comes to a close,
And down he goes striking a disgraceful pose.