Three Brothers (A Deathly Hallows Filk)
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catamarinerThree Brothers (A Deathly Hallows Filk) by Heather L. Preston 7.4.2018
w/print permission to Conflikt 2020 Songbook: words and music printed there.
Some wizards traveled out one night, being brothers three
They came upon a river raging near an elder tree
And being clever in the magic arts, a bridge they conjured there
And safely thus they came across – to meet Death’s angry stare.
Tall and cloaked, he seemed to shimmer in the evening gloom
“Your magic robbed me of my due, when you escaped your doom!
Yet for such cleverness I deem a prize to each of you is due,
So choose a single item each, and I’ll gift it to you.”
The eldest brother felt that he was born to rule his kind,
He said, “A wand to beat all others glows within my mind.”
Then plucking off a branchlet from the nearby elder tree,
Death fashioned him the Elder Wand / of invincibility.
The second brother hated Death, who’d taken his young love.
He asked a token that would resurrect those Death removed.
So taking up a river rock, worn small and smooth and gray,
Death made the Resurrection Stone: “It shall be as you say.”
The youngest brother was a careful man, and growing wise
He feared the twisted mock-er-y that burned in Death’s hot eyes
He asked an item that would let him leave, untraceable by Death
An ominous silence followed this, as the wizard held his breath.
When Death reluctantly removed the shimmering cloak he wore,
The youngest brother put it on, and then his brothers swore
For he’d vanished in the most profound invisibility
And blessing them, he walked away, where none of them could see
That very night, the eldest brother fought a wizard’s duel
He easily won, and boasted that his wand ensured his rule
But-envy-crept into his rented room and left him lying dead
A rival wizard slit his throat, with the Elder Wand he fled
The second brother sat within his house, and turned the Stone
His lady love he resurrected, save for flesh and bone
But her sad and distant spirit left him strangling in despair
And so he hanged himself that night, to join his lady fair.
So Death regained two of the brothers thus within the week
But one eluded him as long and far as he did seek
At a ripe old age, the youngest left the cloak unto his son,
He met Death as an equal then, and together they walked on
And so they passed into a wizard children’s story book
The Elder Wand, the Resurrection Stone, the perfect cloak
The Deathly Hallows known to every child, and therefore not believed
Except by those who through some chance, a Hallow had received
Thus it is that truth, though told, be lost to history
Sometimes a song can lift the veil that hides a mystery
So listen closely when the oldest tales are told or sung or read
And may the keys to some amazing find / assemble in your head!
w/print permission to Conflikt 2020 Songbook: words and music printed there.
Some wizards traveled out one night, being brothers three
They came upon a river raging near an elder tree
And being clever in the magic arts, a bridge they conjured there
And safely thus they came across – to meet Death’s angry stare.
Tall and cloaked, he seemed to shimmer in the evening gloom
“Your magic robbed me of my due, when you escaped your doom!
Yet for such cleverness I deem a prize to each of you is due,
So choose a single item each, and I’ll gift it to you.”
The eldest brother felt that he was born to rule his kind,
He said, “A wand to beat all others glows within my mind.”
Then plucking off a branchlet from the nearby elder tree,
Death fashioned him the Elder Wand / of invincibility.
The second brother hated Death, who’d taken his young love.
He asked a token that would resurrect those Death removed.
So taking up a river rock, worn small and smooth and gray,
Death made the Resurrection Stone: “It shall be as you say.”
The youngest brother was a careful man, and growing wise
He feared the twisted mock-er-y that burned in Death’s hot eyes
He asked an item that would let him leave, untraceable by Death
An ominous silence followed this, as the wizard held his breath.
When Death reluctantly removed the shimmering cloak he wore,
The youngest brother put it on, and then his brothers swore
For he’d vanished in the most profound invisibility
And blessing them, he walked away, where none of them could see
That very night, the eldest brother fought a wizard’s duel
He easily won, and boasted that his wand ensured his rule
But-envy-crept into his rented room and left him lying dead
A rival wizard slit his throat, with the Elder Wand he fled
The second brother sat within his house, and turned the Stone
His lady love he resurrected, save for flesh and bone
But her sad and distant spirit left him strangling in despair
And so he hanged himself that night, to join his lady fair.
So Death regained two of the brothers thus within the week
But one eluded him as long and far as he did seek
At a ripe old age, the youngest left the cloak unto his son,
He met Death as an equal then, and together they walked on
And so they passed into a wizard children’s story book
The Elder Wand, the Resurrection Stone, the perfect cloak
The Deathly Hallows known to every child, and therefore not believed
Except by those who through some chance, a Hallow had received
Thus it is that truth, though told, be lost to history
Sometimes a song can lift the veil that hides a mystery
So listen closely when the oldest tales are told or sung or read
And may the keys to some amazing find / assemble in your head!
