Cadmus, the second Peverell, a man naive enough
Had once loved a girl
A beauty very famous in his county
Was on the brink of marrying her
But before that, Death had claimed her
Turned bitter, he had gone mad with grief
Without her he had no life, no relief
Being in possession of the resurrection stone
A gift from death itself!
He wanted her back and so he set off
He travelled back to his home, where he turned the stone thrice in his hand
And Lo! There she was, in her elegance and beauty
His heart leaped with joy and he rejoiced!
He had got back his beloved, his bride!
But something was not quite right
He wanted to touch her, wanted to feel her
To know she was real
But she seemed sad and cold
And no matter how much he tried to touch, to hold
It wasnt enough
For days he watched her, for nights he longed for her
Driven mad with hopeless longing, killed himself
So as to truly join his love!
Then came the Death with his wicked smile
More sinister than the most
Proved that he was more cunning
As evil as ever, took the second brother for his own!
Antioch, the first Peverell, Master of the Elder Wand
A man filled with the lust to empower, to defeat
Travelled far, savouring the power, the leash!
He, who favored revenge and deceit,
Sought out the one with whom he had a tiff
Battled with him, as fierce as the wind on a high cliff
With Elder Wand as a weapon, he won the duel and slayed him
Later boasted of his victory, while drunk with power and gin
He went to some local Inn
Revealed the secret of his wand,
As he wanted to be flattered and fawned
Ah! Such a silly mistake, a foolish deed!
Proved to be unworthy of his wand, indeed!
The same night, at midnight
As he lay, drunk and dead to the world
Some thief stole his wand and slit his throat!
And so the Death, with its wicked smile
Rubbing his hands together in sheer spite
Took the first brother for his own
As it was foretold and had ever since been known!
Once it happened that three wizards
Brothers by blood, were journeying along a narrow, winding road
Each was a warrior, a fearless Peverell
Pride of their clan, their kin!
Found a dark river, so deep in its depths
That it reeked of death!
Skilled in the magical arts,
They simply waved their wands, and made a bridge appear across the treacherous water.
Death was thwarted by them
And so the cunning Death with his pride
Set a trap and hailed them aside
Offered them tokens of their victory over him
Asked them to wish and it would be granted
Greed and lust are never far from a human heart
And so The brothers made their wishes.
The first Peverell, being combative, asked for an unbeatable wand
A wand which had no equal
And was worthy of a wizard who conquered death!
Death fashioned a wand from the branch of an elder tree
And presented to him.
That was the Elder Wand.
The second Peverell, wanted to mock death further
And asked for a way to resurrect the dead
Death picked up a stone lying nearby and handed it over with good grace.
That was the resurrection stone.
The third Peverell, being wiser than the others
Felt death’s conspiracy and made his wish more wisely
He asked Death to give him something which would enable him to leave
And that death should never find him again!
Reluctantly, death handed him his own cloak of invisibility!
Satisfied, the Peverells went forth with their prizes!
Unaware of the sinister plan Death had plotted against them.
Each went his own way, to seek their destiny and fate
While the Death lurked in the shadows to wait.