(Moody's POV)
"Vigilance, you sorry lot.
You need a rest? The Dark Lord's not!
You're an Auror now, no clumsy feet,
unless your aim is our sure defeat!"
My training's harsh, let them complain
but they'll hone their skills for our campaign.
Warriors, some still under age,
preparing for this war we wage.
They gather now, these trusted few,
as I measure each and pass the brew.
Each Boy Who Lived with escorting guide
all ready at my mark to ride.
"Vigilance, it's Harry's game.
The Dark Lord waits, by either name.
Death Eaters race to find the boy.
Let's hope we fool them with our ploy."
I steel my heart, some may be lost.
I've my share of war, and know it's cost.
They are so young, yet true to the cause.
If I were the sort, I'd give applause.
Let my "mad eye" guide them to our goal
it's vision clear, ever on patrol.
"Vigilance, just keep him sound.
One frantic flight then back to ground."
Stolen parts, my leg and eye,
but if they think I'm beat just let them try!
A surprise within these aging limbs,
yet one day I'll fall to their dark whims.
But either way I'll fight THIS day,
just another chance to keep Him at bay.
He'll kill me off, or I'll see his end,
but in either case, my will won't bend.