Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot, and Prongs,
Listen up; do rights balance wrongs?
Together forever, or so you did say,
Never expecting this to be your last day.
Prongs stared into the eyes of death's face,
As Wormtail outside struck up a pace.
Padfoot arrived, but much to late;
Where was Moony? Had he not heard of his friends fate?
The dog and the rat, a show down in the streets;
Where are the ties that bind? The ends that meet?
With a sneaky, clever blast, did the rat escape,
Leaving our heroic canine in mentality's cold drape.
The black dog was imprisoned, that very same day –
The ministry came to silently whisk him away.
The wolf grieved, as most knew,
For the fact was clear; and then there was two.
Listen up; do rights balance wrongs?
Together forever, or so you did say,
Never expecting this to be your last day.
Prongs stared into the eyes of death's face,
As Wormtail outside struck up a pace.
Padfoot arrived, but much to late;
Where was Moony? Had he not heard of his friends fate?
The dog and the rat, a show down in the streets;
Where are the ties that bind? The ends that meet?
With a sneaky, clever blast, did the rat escape,
Leaving our heroic canine in mentality's cold drape.
The black dog was imprisoned, that very same day –
The ministry came to silently whisk him away.
The wolf grieved, as most knew,
For the fact was clear; and then there was two.