I once happend,
across 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 a stone,
from river side,
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,
'cause she won't be whole.
And the 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 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 Pewerell brothers,
They each made choice,
one wiser then others.
They stripped me of wand,
and of cloak andn of stone.
And I bade young Ignotus
be selfless and roam
And many years passed,
'til he call me his home.
But I took,
the other two,
for my own.
