We Are the Generation

that lived

We are the generation with the 
lightning-shaped scars
red and gleaming
on our foreheads

We are the generation with the 
bushy-haired friend and the
many red-headed companions
comedic and loyal

We are the generation that
befriended the half-giant and
all his wild creatures hidden
deep within a forest forbidden

We are the generation that
conversed with a most magnificent wizard
Powerful and Wise
His knowing eyes once pierced our souls
now in the deepest sleep, forever close

We are the generation that
faced darkness at every corner
Death and his dementors
Hunting for a life stolen 

We are the generation that opened at the close

We are the generation who lived

Author's Note

I wrote this a long while ago - one of the first poems I'd ever written. It's inspired by, of course, Harry Potter (doooo dooo doododoo do dooooo dooo do doo do dooo do duummm)