Messr. Prongs,
At last we reach to the end
The climax
But ah,
We have one left
One last marauder
Their leader
And he was made of the stuff
That made you break the rules
That made you feel alive
That made you laugh
Till your sides ached
Pride and arrogance
He defined them
Till he grew up
And became the person
He always was
Changing himself
In more ways than one
For the friends
Who were so dear to him
For the world had changed
Between those elaborate pranks
And the cheap thrills
Stood the stag
With his head tall
To face the storm ahead