Lament for the Marauder

A spell, a shout, a stumble,
And a glimpse beyond the veil,
A hope and life to die and crumble,
But for a marauder's tale.

A dashing youth with roguish flavoring,
Though faded, tired and dismal now,
A promise made of friendship unwavering,
And forever faithful was the vow.

Haunted eyes that were afraid of tears,
Lips that dared not speak of despair,
Death's footsteps echoed through his ears,
Tasting of things unjust and unfair.

Injustice and sorrow have happened before,
Life and death are nothing new,
The Grim, in time, must darken his own door,
Farewell Padfoot, we lament for you.