Last revision: 7/18/2002
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Lament
for Lily Potter |
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The castle walls are high, the Quidditch
field is green The house she belonged
to was proud Gryffindor,
And members of that
house all Slytherins abhor.
So from afar her beauty
I adored.
Lily, oh, Lily, my
true love!
The Dark Arts called
to me, at potions I excelled,
Fame to brew, glory
too, death stopper with a spell.
Power was sweet, but
I desired her as well:
Lily, oh, Lily, my
true love!
In silence I watched
her, more lovely with each day,
To handsome James
Potter give her heart away.
She never glanced
at me, nor ever a word say.
Lily, oh, Lily, my
true love!
When the Lord of Dark
arose, to his side I sped,
His promises of power
whisp’ring in my head.
Gryffindor stood by
foolish Dumbledore instead.
Lily, oh, Lily, my
true love!
Soon the Dark Lord triumphed, his enemies all slain, Tortured and imprisoned
and, held in thrall with threat and pain.
He then prepared to
deal with the two that did remain:
James, and Lily, oh,
Lily, my true love!
“Spare her, oh spare
her, master!” I did plead,
But with victory singing
in his blood, my words he wouldn’t heed.
For love is to the
Dark Lord no more than feeble need.
Lily, oh, Lily, my
true love!
First he killed her husband, then ended her sweet breath, But the curse he laid
upon their son served him his own death.
The child remained
alive, the only memory that’s left
Of Lily, oh, Lily,
my true love!
Dumbledore, oh Dumbledore,
the prodigal returns.
Never more the Dark
Lord will I seek to serve.
At Hogwarts I’ll make
my home, and here remember her:
Lily, oh, Lily, my
true love!
Eleven years have
passed; a new student has arrived,
A handsome young Gryffindor,
the Boy who survived.
Though his name is
Potter, to protect him I will strive
For Lily, oh, Lily,
my true love!
The Quidditch field
is green, the castle walls are high,
James is the father
of Lily’s son, not I.
It’s Potter’s face
I see, though mine it should be!
Lily, oh, Lily, my
true love!
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