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.
