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