Disclaimer: Why would I, J.K.R., be writing a poem about the deaths of Slytherin, Griffindor, Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw? I wouldnt. Im not JKR.(wish i was, but im not) Dont own it dont sue me.
The Sorting Hat's Sad Song
A long, long, time ago,
I can still remember.
The four best wizards that I know,
As they gathered one December.
They devised a great plan,
They founded a school.
To teach woman and man,
How with magic to duel.
But one day three stood,
And said they'd had enough.
They'd done what they could,
But said he was too tough.
It had started with fear,
But then turned to hate.
They loathed him when near,
So he was thrown out the gate.
With his memory gone,
He was ordered to go.
He disappeared before dawn,
Trampled out through the snow.
The three still remaining,
Realized their mistake.
They'd thought only of gaining,
Not of what was at stake.
They had hated his pride,
And his thoughts about blood.
He had been their guide,
Though to him they were mud.
They'd loved him as well,
Though they'd never admit it.
They had sent him to hell,
And now tried to forget it.
They couldn't however,
After casting him to the rain.
And now they would never,
See Salazar again.
The Lion and Snake,
had gotten along fine.
Long walks they would take,
Leaving the others behind.
Godric tried to repent,
but couldn't forgive.
Took a hat he'd been lent,
And told me to live.
Preserved Slytherin's mind,
in Slytherin's hat.
He was trying to be kind,
But it didn't end at that.
Rowena saw Griffindor,
Preforming his black deed.
It was added to their lore,
And she made all swear a creed.
Necromancy was forbidden,
And so were all black arts.
All dark books not burned were hidden,
And that's where the ministry starts.
The Raven kept a few herself,
Hidden in her manor.
After a few months alone with herself,
She raised up a black banner.
She had found a thirst,
She had found a test.
She put the Dark Arts first,
And forgot all the rest.
Helga was loyal,
She had loved the lost three.
It made her blood boil,
Red was all she could see.
She climbed up high,
To the tallest tower.
She looked up to the sky,
Hope had lost all power.
Long at last,
She shook her head.
She jumped from her past,
And to the ground she sped.
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