Once there was a wand filled with dread,
Once there was a stone to bring back the dead.
Once there was a cloak that made you disappear,
Once there was the Three who held these so dear.
The three brothers of the Deathly Hallows which found Death itself,
Met a king of cruelty which felt cheated by their stealth.
Death was cunning, he praised the three.
He gave them all gifts that cast death upon thee.
The three small objects that cast them away,
Away to their death as the days pass day to day.
Soon they join Death as they soon die,
All know of the Three that Death soon called “Mine”