Moony's Prayer
There's a spot where good meets evil on the road to destiny.
Once I stopped and there you found me choosing sides reluctantly.
Should I walk a Dark Lord's footsteps? Should I hide in shadowed light?
Either way, I'd be a blemish. Either way, I won't be right.
So I stood there waiting, wondering, holding on to broken dreams.
Shards of terror pierced my fragile heart's already-tattered seams.
I, the last note of a dying song's lamentful last refrain,
Would have died without an echo, smothered by the searing pain.
Yet a light shone through the darkness, held me with a tender grasp,
Made me strong again and shielded me from Evil's lethal clasp.
All for one and one for all: Marauders just like Musketeers
Taught me what it was to want, to cry, and to deny my fears.
Padfoot was the gift of courage. Wormtail was the gift of song.
Prongs gave me the gift of laughter after all our tears were gone.
They were strong when I was helpless. They were true when times were grim.
Yet I am the last survivor after their lights have grown dim.
Why do I deserve this "mercy"? Who decides the twists of fate?
Of what sin am I judged guilty other than the sin of Hate?
God, if God of beasts is listening, won't you answer me this time --
Tell me why I am condemned to live, a dead soul in my prime?
God, if God of men can hear me, turn away to mock my shame.
Yes, it hurts; but God in Heaven, please spare me and say my name!
You have but to whisper and my fate will be undone at last.
You have but to look at me and I can shed my tragic past.
Padfoot, Wormtail, Prongs, I miss you more than my heart can conceal.
Someday we will be together, after all our wounds are healed.
But til then, I'll wait and wonder on this spot where two roads meet
And weep because I must live with a punishment not yet complete.
When I die, you'll be there waiting. This I know as sure as death
And Fire can heal a shattered hope and give it to a sobbing breath.
So I'll live another day without you, though I know you're close.
Hear these last words, dear Marauders: I always loved you three the most.
There's a spot where good meets evil on the road to destiny.
Once I stopped and there you found me choosing sides reluctantly.
Should I walk a Dark Lord's footsteps? Should I hide in shadowed light?
Either way, I'd be a blemish. Either way, I won't be right.
So I stood there waiting, wondering, holding on to broken dreams.
Shards of terror pierced my fragile heart's already-tattered seams.
I, the last note of a dying song's lamentful last refrain,
Would have died without an echo, smothered by the searing pain.
Yet a light shone through the darkness, held me with a tender grasp,
Made me strong again and shielded me from Evil's lethal clasp.
All for one and one for all: Marauders just like Musketeers
Taught me what it was to want, to cry, and to deny my fears.
Padfoot was the gift of courage. Wormtail was the gift of song.
Prongs gave me the gift of laughter after all our tears were gone.
They were strong when I was helpless. They were true when times were grim.
Yet I am the last survivor after their lights have grown dim.
Why do I deserve this "mercy"? Who decides the twists of fate?
Of what sin am I judged guilty other than the sin of Hate?
God, if God of beasts is listening, won't you answer me this time --
Tell me why I am condemned to live, a dead soul in my prime?
God, if God of men can hear me, turn away to mock my shame.
Yes, it hurts; but God in Heaven, please spare me and say my name!
You have but to whisper and my fate will be undone at last.
You have but to look at me and I can shed my tragic past.
Padfoot, Wormtail, Prongs, I miss you more than my heart can conceal.
Someday we will be together, after all our wounds are healed.
But til then, I'll wait and wonder on this spot where two roads meet
And weep because I must live with a punishment not yet complete.
When I die, you'll be there waiting. This I know as sure as death
And Fire can heal a shattered hope and give it to a sobbing breath.
So I'll live another day without you, though I know you're close.
Hear these last words, dear Marauders: I always loved you three the most.