here's one. its called

The Reign of Lord Voldemort


Darkness pervades light,
And comes into being;
Form and shape as one,
Leaving no room for seeing;
Reign of evil steals all that is light;
Downfall of hope; it gives to the night.
Rule of that which has not risen,
For years beyond, all now listen.

He moves now swiftly,
Among the trees;
Fear runs rampant,
It does not please.
Eyes of flame,
Heart of stone,
Gives way for the mark,
Brands in the dark.

They cower before him;
Spreading evil to harm;
Sell their soul,
With a mark on their arm.
Engraved forever,
With that formidable sign.
It makes them know, and cower,
That light lost, and dark is power.
A warning it stands, eternally binding;
And destiny unfolds what they have been hiding.

But Alas! No more;
Tumbles reign ever-heightening;
For something left of hope;
Leaves a mark like lightning.
A day is reborn,
An era, certainly;
But will fate have it that way?;
Will it stay eternally?

No answer yet,
Can for sure be given;
But beware: all goodness;
Darkness is still living.

In the deep of some night,
It will rise again;
Watch for the thunder
Lightening will plan.
And he will be fallen,
The hope that had flashed;
Because he cannot resist,
What is come from the past.

A high, cold voice breaks the night,
Skulls and serpents gleam;
As emerald stars of light.
Heed a warning,
All who wish to fight;
Counter light with darkness,
And darkness with light.