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Sing, O Merlin, of the broken sons and daughters of magic,
Of love betrayed and blood undone.
Sing of the golden youth, whose lives burned bright
Extinguished by the hand of kin, by silence, and by war.
⭑*•̩̩͙⊱••••✩••••̩̩͙⊰•*⭑
I. Regulus, the First to Fall
The first to perish was Regulus,
Not by claw nor curse, nor by drowning waters black
But by words sharper than blades,
By love turned to ash in a brother’s mouth.
He did not fall the day the lake drank him whole,
But when the Sorting Hat crowned him Slytherin,
And his brother’s eyes turned frost.
When Orion’s heir fled to the lion’s den,
Leaving a serpent alone in a hollowed house.
He died when the Sun turned away,
When his trembling plea was met with silence.
Marked against his will,
Forsaken by Dorcas, cast aside by Pandora.
Alone, he walked into the dark,
Dreaming that this one act might cleanse his name.
The lake holds his body.
The shadows still cradle his soul,
Whimpering beneath the weight of a world that forgot him.
༺~ [❁] ~༻
II. Evan, the Rose of Fire
Next fell Evan, the twin-flame of Pandora,
Whose heart beat in rhythm with Barty’s breath.
He lingered longer, but he cracked all the same
The day his mirror looked at him with scorn.
The death of Regulus rang in his bones
Like the toll of a cursed bell.
But still, he stood,
Held aloft by love that burned too brightly.
When the hourglass ran dry,
And the end came clothed in smoke and steel,
He died screaming rage into the night.
And took with him a shard of the murderer’s soul
A last kiss, made of fire.
⠈⠂⠄⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄⠂⠁
III. Dorcas, the Avenger
Dorcas, iron-willed, daughter of the storm,
Wore grief like armor, rage like a crown.
Two friends lost to betrayal and silence
Two wounds she never let scar.
She made war with the fury of ten armies,
And her name became a warning.
So fierce was her wrath that He, the Nameless,
Descended from his throne to fell her with his hand.
And still, her scream shook the earth.
She died laughing in the face of gods,
And woke to arms she thought she’d never feel again.
≫∘❀♡❀∘≪
IV. Pandora, the Dreamer
Pandora, last of the light-bearers,
Stayed behind to cradle the future
To raise the child born of ashes and prophecy.
She whispered old tales to lull the stars,
Of brothers who fell and girls who dared.
But beneath the lullabies lay guilt:
That she, too, had turned her face
From broken boys begging not to be alone and hate.
When death found her, it was gentle,
And her reward was reunion.
Her Dorcas waited,
And her brother, long-dead and weeping,
Could not meet her gaze.
- - ┈┈∘┈˃̶༒˂̶┈∘┈┈ - -
V. Bartemius, the Mad
Last came Barty, beloved and undone,
Whose father’s hands built his pyre long before the grave.
Every word a cut, every silence a chain.
He was a boy of blood and brilliance,
Reduced to a whisper in his own skull.
When Regulus fell, his mind slipped further,
Held together by Evan’s name.
And when Evan too returned to the soil,
He let madness in like an old friend.
The curse made flesh, the shell of a man.
He danced with death,
And kissed the cold lips of fate.
His final thought,
As the dementor’s maw closed upon him,
Was not of glory, nor vengeance, nor name.
It was of Evan, his Rose, and the way he once smiled
Under moonlight, before the world forgot how to be kind.
⭑*•̩̩͙⊱••••✩••••̩̩͙⊰•*⭑
Thus they fell, one by one
Not in battle, but in betrayal.
Their ghosts sing still in the cracks of the world,
Their love too fierce, their grief too great
To be buried with the dead.