Oh, the torment bred in the race by Aeschylus
Last HP-inspired poem for a while, I promise.
Oh, the torment bred in the race
FROM THE LIBATION BEARERS
By Aeschylus
Oh, the torment bred in the race,
the grinding scream of death
and the stroke that hits the vein,
the hemorrhage none can staunch, the grief,
the curse no man can bear.
But there is a cure in the house,
and not outside it, no,
not from others but from them,
their bloody strife. We sing to you,
dark gods beneath the earth.
Now hear, you blissful powers underground—
answer the call, send help.
Bless the children, give them triumph now.
Wow, sounds great. Even more so if I had any clue as to what the poem is all about though…
The poem is as a sort of prologue in “Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows”… I thought it is about the fact that children have to get the chance to learn from the mistakes of their ancestors or they have to free themselves from their bad influence? that would fit to Harry Potter, I think…