I didn't write this, I just felt the need to share this poem. I felt this deep in my heart, Oh wow Blaize, I wasn't aware you had one, and it always makes me want to cry. So, I thought I'd write a little one-shot, something to be always remembered by the old generation. By old, I mean Marauders, not Golden Trio.
Bonded by secrets,
Sworn never to part,
Our blood does not matter,
We're brothers at heart.
So we solemnly swear to be up to no good,
For always end ever as Gryffindors should.
Our name will live on,
Marauders forever,
'Till the time comes to manage our mischief forever.
In the wind between the trees, in the stars of the sky, there live the people who fathered this generation. Their memories, their thoughts, are painted with a sigh.
Their children, and of theirs, live in a world that is new.
Free from the anguish, that they once knew.
Their children fought a war,
It was vicious and many slew,
But now all is right, and safe, and through.
A marauder is of mischief and jest they will do.
Of tricks and games, and taunting that is nought but lame,
They brightened the lives of the many that they have but shamed.
Their words could be harsh, and their actions more so, but a marauder is of Gryffin,
As a savior is of danger.
They stuck true to their colours, which is brave and forever noble,
Which despite what the others thought,
Would extend to them and more over.
So of mischief and good grief alike,
A marauder is as he be,
And justice to a police officer,
Like an Auror to a soldier.
Whether they are Sirius or sombre,
Black humour will kick their blues.
Whether they are love-struck and cocky,
He will always be a little Potty.
Whether they are bookish or beastly,
He will always vow for a treaty.
Whether he is cunning and weak,
He will always be the last treat.
Because they were Marauders,
Who were full of no good,
And now,
They are resting,
Like Gryffindors should.
I like this, but it's strange. Is it a poem, or a story? I think it's a poem, but I'm not actually sure.
Anyway, thoughts?
-Blaize
