Foretelling of the Dark Yule Prophecy
Foretelling of the Dark Yule Prophecy
Foretelling of the Dark Yule Prophecy
‘Twas the night before Yule the snow had turned red
Thestrals were pulling black sleighs full of dead
I lost count of the bodies, of people I knew
Icy tendrils of wind, through the stench, softly blew
It would never be over, I realized at last
No trumpets were blowing, no flags at half-mast
The air was devoid of all color and sound
A lull in the battle, comrades gathered round
They feasted on spoils taken from there
The place I’d betrayed with no thought or care
All the students I taught were piled up high
Mudbloods and Half-bloods, they each had to die
The Dark Lord is reaching into my soul
My Dark Mark is burning, my destruction, his goal
Each drop of blood is lead in my heart
I wish that McNair would just tear me apart
I’m a coward to take my own life, full of fear
My only desire, the wish to die here
Spill my blood, rend my flesh, it all matters naught
What we’ve accomplished, in the end is just rot
Nothing is left to pass on, all is fleeting
The reaper is waiting for our final meeting
The dawn never comes in a world full of grey
One the Dark Lord rules cruelly each day
I join the ranks of my brethren this night
Tortured soul is released with nary a fight
Eyes that are sightless all of the best
Alongside at last, nature lays us to rest
No songs will be sung or stories be told
Memories fade into legends of old
The castle stands sentinel marching forward in time
Secrets are buried in thistle and thyme
One day uncovered is Slytherins tomb
A curse that she opens in twilight and gloom
Thus our tale starts all over once more
The nemesis of his, borne of Gryffindor
An outcome of difference has not taken place
Existing backwards in time, a sacred-like space
Time turner she wears on her breast through it all
Bearing the name of House McGonagall
Hail be to she that to Slytherin binds
One Yule prior if love they shall find
Hands of Father Time, they will halt
Fingers done pointing, no person at fault
New era of peace reigns alongside
Merry and chipper, a brand new sleigh ride
Bodies forgotten, history rewritten
Each generation, with them are smitten
This tale that you read holds such a cost
Begin now my friend, or all will be lost
You’ve been given the sight, open eyes which do see
It is Her divine will, and so mote it be