Can you feel the coldness of the sky?

they are Dementors passing by

They do not glide, but they fly

They’d be happy seeing you cry

 

They’d suck your happiness

They’ll make you depressed

Sucking your soul

Is their ultimate goal

 

Worst memories would be relived

The absence of hope, the deadening fear

It’s even worse than death

As if you’re running out of breath

 

Who would want to be driven to insanity

And endure that excruciating agony?

That desire to survive

What will make you alive?

 

Just think of all the happy thoughts you could

Tap your wand for your own good

To take away that gloom

Shout: “Expecto Patronum”

yan yung Patronus ko.. a Teddy Bear