The Peverell Story

I once happened 'cross fair brothers three

Who thought they could use all their magic to thwart me

But I, being Death, being sly blocked their path

And said, "Brave, cunning brothers, oh, what do you ask

I will give each a prize and then let brothers pass"

The first brother begged, "Please, Death, make me a tool

A wand that will win every fight, every duel"

So I broke a branch off of an elder tree

And I fashioned a wand for he thought he was worthy

And gave elder wand to the eldest of three

Go, brother, I bid thee goodnight

I promise you'll win all your battles and fights

But your wand will be stolen and you will be slain

Then you and I will meet again

The next brother cried, "Give me magic instead,

The power to bring others back from the dead"

So I picked up a stone from the riverside

And I told him the pebble had magic inside

It would bring back the dead and his departed bride

Go, brother I bid thee goodnight

You'll see your love soon but things will not be right

You'll drive yourself crazy cuz she won't be whole

And then I will claim your soul

The youngest brother said, "Death, I don't trust your ways

Please leave me alone 'til the end of my days"

And though I was reluctant, he was the wisest of the three

So I gave him my cloak of invisibility

And I let the young brother go free

Go, brother, I bid thee goodnight

Go take your new cloak and go live out your life

Be happy and healthy and when you are ready

You can take off your cloak and join me

And that is the story of the Peverell brothers

They each made their choice, one wiser than others

They stripped me of wand and of cloak and of stone

And I bade young Ignotus be selfless and roam

And many years passed 'til he called me his home

But I took the other two for my own