I am the Teller of Tales,
Gather round the Common Room with me.
For I know many magical stories,
Involving Death and Destiny.
The Tale of Three Brothers
Comes to mind first, for me.
Where the brothers tried to cheat Death,
That didn't work for them, you see.
The first Brother wished for an unbeatable wand,
But it wasn't long before Death claimed him.
The second brother longed for a deceased love,
Death soon gave him his own ending grim.
The last brother thought harder,
And asked for the one thing Death hesitated giving
But relinquishing it, Death did do.
When the brother was finished living,
He did greet Death like an old friend.
While the cloak was passed to his son
As long as the family still has it,
This story is not yet done
Until someone joins all three Hallows,
And becomes the Master of Death.
The fireplace is doused, making the flames fail
As you continue listening to me, the Teller of Tales.