The dementors are always waiting, watching For the slightest chink in my armor They are merciless and soul-sucking I've been in their path before They reinforce my deepest fears And try to grab me in their 'dread' hold Cloaked in black, they prey on me Much like the grim reaper would If he were at my threshold. They turn my life essence to ash And my will to live to naught To overcome them takes a lot.