Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows

I carry the scar like a warning, the prophecy low in my blood. Hallows, not trophies—three shadows that lead through the mud and the wood. Neither can live while the other survives keeps time with my pulse in the dark; I go where the night has been waiting, with fear like a hidden dark mark. Neither can live while the other survives! That is the sentence, the seam, the knife! Neither can live while the other survives! So I walk toward the end of my life! Chosen One—alone in the hush, with the Cloak close, and the Stone in my hand, the Elder Wand waiting its master: I go where the dead understand! The forest goes still for the truth now, and names fall away in the snow. The wand chooses the wizard—then breaks us; the Hallows reveal what we know. Not glory, not triumph, not comfort— just loss, and a light in the seam. Neither can live while the other survives, and I step through the dark of the dream. Neither can live while the other survives! That is the sentence, the seam, the knife! Neither can live while the other survives! So I walk toward the end of my life! Chosen One—alone in the hush, with the Cloak close, and the Stone in my hand, the Elder Wand waiting its master: I go where the dead understand! Neither can live while the other survives.