Dumbledore's Daughter

 Attila the Hun,  put down the gun, this must be a misunderstanding. Zuckerman? now throw down the plow. Charlotte is writing the story.

  Lord of the Desert Lord of the Sea Lord of the Skies come comfort me. Still in the silence life rages on. Fly to my aide; teach me thy song. One becomes two as pressure surmounts. Holiest of places; raise up the count. Peace everlasting,  joy at thy face make me more worthy to pass on thy grace. Forgiving my brother as thou lovest me. Up- lifted through service Diverse family tree.

 In recovery at last, hanging to the splintered mast wondered joy at medication clamor for effort; meditation.