Mad-Eye Moody
Alas Alastor
We grieve you so
Such an Auror
An effin hard mofo
It was three school years since we met you first
With always the hip flask to quench your thirst
Such a grat character, you were the bees-nees
What with you eye that rotated three sixty degrees
The new DADA teacher, probably just for the year
But of course it wasn’t you it was Bartemius Crouch Junior
You missed quite a contest, all that goblet of fire funk
And then Dumbledore found you locked in your trunk
Oh why must I write this? It seems so unfair
Why did JK do it? Did she not care?
And to think of how you reached your mortal doom
Evil Tom Riddle knocked you off of your broom
Your death came to us so early on
I didn’t want to think you really had gone
Not to help Harry or be there at the end
Farewell dearest Mad-Eye, you were a great friend.
Ali, Gryffindor
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