Foretelling of the Dark Yule Prophecy | By : Remarkable Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 1232 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0  | 
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	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
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