HOIST THE COLOURS HIGH

Yo, ho, haul together,
hoist the colors high.
Heave ho,
thieves and beggars,
never shall we die.The king and his men
stole the queen from her bed
and bound her in her Bones.
The seas be ours
and by the powers
where we will we'll roam.
Yo, ho, haul together,
hoist the colors high.
Heave ho, thieves and beggars,
never shall we die.
Some men have died
and some are alive
and others sail on the sea
– with the keys to the cage...
and the Devil to pay
we lay to Fiddler's Green!
Yo, ho, haul together,
hoist the colors high.
Heave ho, thieves and beggars,
never shall we die.

The bell has been raised
from it's watery grave...
Do you hear it's sepulchral tone?
We are a call to all,
pay head the squall
and turn your sail toward home!
Yo, ho, haul together,
hoist the colors high.
Heave ho, thieves and beggars,
never shall we die.

Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows

Atención, el siguiente escrito es un spoiler, gran Spoiler, enorme SPOILER, del Séptimo Libro de Harry Potter. No seguir leyendo si no se ha llegado al FINAL, TILL THE VERY END, del libro.
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To Mery Silvertongue:

I´m dead.
And if you haven´t followed my instructions properly, surely you´ve died too, by now.
I´m writting this now -`cause I need to tell it to somebody and nobody has reached this point yet- but surely you won´t read it ´till a long time after.
I´m dead.
And if curiosity has defeated you, don´t keep reading or you´ll have died too if you hadn´t followed my instructions .
Same as Dumbledore taught Harry: the patience: “I open at the close” said the golden Snitch; in the same way, this letter had to be read when the book is finished.
I´m dead.
All my theories seemed to be right, ALL OF THEM, one by one, since the one that said R.A.B. was Sirius` Death Eater brother, ´till the one that said Harry was the last Horcrux. But all that seems out of matter now, nothing cheers me now.
“All was well” , the last words on the book. But not all was well, not for me.
I´m dead.
´Cause my curse`s back.
All of them had finished at last –alive or dead- with the person who they loved, less me... ¿or maybe, in someway, me too?
Just a few hours after confessing you, sitting on that stone in the lake trying to avoid an argument, who was real and definetly my favourite caracture, Fred laid in the empty hole of an old armour or a walking statue, with the ghost of a smile still shining in his face.
He´s dead...
...and I´m dead with him... all now is well...
L. M. Lady of Eternity.


To FRED WEASLEY,
“The one who made Peeves
take off his hat”.

Never forgotten...

“Here lies a man who faught
Death Eaters and was with
Harry potter `till the
Very end”...