A/N: Okay, so a very cheerful (or not) poem about the fate of the marauders. Charming, ain't it?
Ring-a ring-a roses
What did he think, that fateful night?
Was he afraid for his own life?
His time will end in emerald light,
green, like the eyes of his dear wife."
Strike one, and down goes James
She gave herself, a sacrifice
her blood to wash away their tears
Trapped by her trust, ensnared by lies
Dies bravely in face of her fear
Strike two brings Lily down
A martyr, he's been crucified
and cried tears that weren't meant for him
The trusting friend, the fiend who lied
will meet, when life and light grow dim
Strike three, and Sirius falls
And you; you lonesome, scarred man
In deepest darkness and despair
The one who'll live, the last to stand
looking for friends that aren't there
Strike four takes Remus' life
And last the one who brought about
all this with just one single lie
A puppet for his fear and doubt;
the first of them to die.
And we all fall down.