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!