The combative man seeking to defeat
With wand of elder grown,
Will meet an end inglorious
When Death marks him as his own.

The doleful man who yearns to steal
Souls by turn of stone,
Through endless grief will meet his fate,
When Death marks him as his own.

But the clever man wishing to hide,
To tarry longer at his home,
His lifelong days will be strifeless.
And he’ll mark Death as his own.





This poem was written for Stage Three of the Race to Halloween Triathlon at Poetry, Anyone over at the Mugglenet FanFiction Beta Boards. The prompt was 'Prophecies and Omens'.