A FLOWER AND A HUFFLEPUFF

A Flower and a Hufflepuff by Swedish filker Karl Johan, on the 18th of May, 2018 Karl Johan writes on the making of the lyrics: For a very long while, I have tried to write a proper filk about the redshirt. I first had my eyes on Evert Taube's "Balladen om briggen 'Bluebird' av Hull" in the Star Trek environment, but never could get a suitable scenario. Then, a few days ago, the fate of Cedric Diggory and Dan Andersson's masterpiece "En spelmans jordafärd" (Youtube, and an English translation) met each other, and this was the result. As the evening sun is shining on the tow'r of Ravenclaw see, a body cold lies on the Quidditch field Is slowly carried off the field amid shouts from voices raw with the last few rays of sun the day will yield Heavy feet are walking down over flowers as they tread heavy heads are bowing down as if to pray From what should be victory a Hufflepuff is carried dead over green that night is turning into gray He was bold and he was mighty, says the noble Gryffindor he was barely as a Hufflepuff at all He was resourceful and pure-blood, so the Slytherin implore our champion despite his house so small He was wise and studious, says the ready Ravenclaw he had a mind that could rival one of ours Slowly walk and speak with care, whispers loyal Hufflepuff so you do not tread on and wound the flowers He is gone, say the four, tell the father what has become Albus Dumbledore then tells his last adieu: Remember Cedric Diggory, remember if time should come when you have to make a choice between the two: what is right and what is easy, remember then the boy, the Hufflepuff who was good and kind and brave. But a heavy foot treads down and a flower is destroyed on the field where boots the sorrow do engrave Over grass and over huts the night whispers as it flies and pale stars are looking sadly from the sky From the moor and from the west a poor light it lonely shines, tells a song to the black water of the lake And the storm sings wild and bold and in froth around the shores sings the waves of those who wear the shirts of red Over black and angry waters the night plays up a song for a flower and a Hufflepuff is dead There are some passages that could need future polishing and are slightly tricky to sing, but I think I've hit diminishing returns right now. ETA: I found the notation for Dan Andersson's melody at a local library, and have fixed most of the scansion issues now.