Tales > Marauder Mayhem: Prophecy

The Dark One grows impatient

His wrath envelopes the countryside

His rage like a storm, furious and unforgiving


His targets random; none shall be spared

The Serpent will tighten His coils as He prepares the way

For His time shall be the Darkest of all


Four there are; Three there will be

The Chosen, the Guardian, the Instructor, and the Traitor

Will experience pain unlike any have seen


When the Dark One arrives,

Slytherin will reject him

But he and his chosen will die by the Serpent's sword


When the Dark Times inflict the pain,

The tears of the Phoenix will not heal the wounds

Until the Houses of Hogwarts make their final stand


Four there are; Three there will be

A mistake will be made; a price will be paid,

But the Dark One's treacherous ways will come to a halt


If not for the Chosen, if not for his Son,

Then the war against Darkness will be lost

And the Dark One will return even more powerful than ever


Friends will be broken, enemies forged,

But the greatest friendship of all will be strong

And the Three will rid the land of the Darkness forever


Four there are; Three there will be

Past, Present, and Future will stand

And bring the Dark One to his knees, and Light to the world