Disclaimer: I am not JKR, simply a girl who just got her wisdom teeth removed and wrote a poem.
Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot, and Prongs
What would befall these four best friends,
Their devotion – strong and true?
The dark lord it seemed wanted to make them fiends,
As they each defied him – part of a very few.
One turned his back,
One sent to Azkaban, Black
One died before family
One left to linger – forced to act animally.
These four best friends had a bond that rang bold and true -
Until one was offered an evil great power, quite something big to chew.
They fell apart
At the hand of the dark
Their bond severed, fell off the chart
At the hand of the dark.
They split and broke, burned and spewed -
At the hands of destiny or so it was viewed.
But was this destiny
Or was it the consequence of choice,
Not considerate of any voice?
One protected
One tortured
And the very last – left to be burned He burns in the torture of being alone.He burns from the dark, from the light, from the sound.
He burns for them all to come back home.
He burns when left to grow gray with no one around.