The Book of Tom Marvolo Riddle - Book 2: Chapter 0: Prologue
"And I stood upon the sand of the sea, and saw a beast rise up out of the sea, having seven heads and ten horns, and upon his horns ten crowns, and upon his heads the name of blasphemy."
- King James Bible "Authorized Version", Cambridge Edition
The Dance of White and Black, a fable by Gallineus Markspread.
There lived a Time when only Right amok ran,
Goodness and Evilness alike had no meaning
No Darkspawn; the World had only one Anchorman
A Time when only the Former had right of existing
But one day came a Dark entity
Spawned from the deepest pits of the Veil of Death
It was foul, twisted, full of enmities,
Its name Voldemort. In our tongue; Flight of Death.
He destroyed the light, He devoured the Good,
Insatiable hunger, Greed beyond imagination
He destroyed the Beacon of Light for good,
And made of the World a pale imitation
Thankfully his reign knew a short life,
When, burning brighter than the Fallen Beacon
Like a White Knight, the scion of Alchemists arrived,
Putting an end to tyranny was his decision,
What motivated Him; was it Courage ? Greed ?
No wizard or witch know to this day.
My head is thrumming with the pound of mead...
Thinking of what awaits us; Joy or Dismay...
Tis the Dance of Kings and Crowns,
Tis the Dance of Mice and Dark,
Tis the Dance of Grins and Frowns,
Tis the Dance of White and Black.
Tears left Minerva McGonnagal's eyes as she closed the book. The Beacon of Light had indeed been extinguished by Voldemort. Why was it, that only the Good perished while the Evil persisted? Lilly, James, Albus, felled by the foul.
Oh she could have hated the world for its fault, she could have been bitter and spiteful like former Snape was. However, right now, she was tired.
Too tired to deal with stories of Kings and Crowns. Too tired to think about White and Black.
End of Prologue