In Hogwarts’ hallowed halls he dwells,

A wizard of wisdom, the story tells,

With twinkling eyes and a beard so white,

Dumbledore’s power shines so bright.

Beneath that calm and gentle guise,

A secret power, a brilliant prize,

He wields not spells or wands ablaze,

But love and wisdom in myriad ways.

He knows the strength of a kindly heart,

Can heal the wounds that tear apart,

The bonds of friendship, love, and trust,

In him, they find a wizard just.

His mind’s a labyrinth, a maze untold,

With secrets, he carries, stories unfold,

He sees the threads of fate entwine,

And weaves them into a grand design.

In the mirror of Erised’s dream,

He seeks not wealth or endless esteem,

But harmony, a world set free,

From darkened forces and misery.

In battles fierce, he takes a stand,

With courage blazing, he leads the band,

Defending Hogwarts, his sacred space,

With strength derived from love’s embrace.

His phoenix Fawkes, a loyal friend,

Will rise from ashes, never to end,

A symbol of his reborn might,

Dumbledore’s secret, a beacon of light.

Though gone from this world, his legacy lives,

The lessons taught and the love he gives,

In Dumbledore’s secret power, we find,

The magic of a noble and selfless mind.