Disclaimer: I do not own HP


The veil

A dark and misty shadow,
grew upon our lives,
It turned us 'round in circles,
to our backs, it forced in knives.

The 'first' of us was Wormtail,
the pathetic, murderous cad,
Who blamed another of us,
forced him to turn mad.

The second was the seeker,
Prongs, a noble sort,
Who, in vain to save his child,
his life, it was cut short.

The lily of the valley,
with eyes of pretty green,
Honorable member died,
it never should have been.

The mad escaped his prison,
the last met him well,
They found the traitorous bastard,
the truth, forced him to tell.

The rat escaped the mouse trap,
the werewolf and the dog,
Crawled back to his master,
and so begins the fog.

A year did pass in quiet,
till friends did rise in hate,
Fought with conniving eaters,
'til one fell to his fate.

The veil of misty shadows,
that wrapped us all around,
Did rise itself to greet us,
did dog, horribly, drown.

And now I stand beside this,
empty casket, empty heart,
The two of us still left to fall,
Werewolf, rat...
...apart.