This is a poem from the point of view as Lord Voldomort. It doesn't end exactly like it does in the book, but the ending is more powerful this way.
Weak fool.
There she sits, begging me for mercy, her eyes plead for salvation.
Take me
they say.Take me but leave the child.
Weak fool.
There she lies, her eyes revealing nothing now.
Now for the child.
Take me but leave the child.
Should I do it?
I remember her eyes, full of tears.
Sobbing for her baby and her husband.
I must.
She was a weak fool.
I cannot let the baby live.
I raise my wand.
But something stops me.
Some unseen force
That won't allow me to kill him.
Take me but leave the child.
She was a weak fool.
I try to convince myself.
Just a weak fool.
You took me.
Now you must leave the child.
No more of this nonsense.
"Avada Kadavra!"
What happened?
The child is alive!
You took me. Now you must leave the child.
You tried to take him too.
For that you must pay.
What is happening?
I can feel myself weaken.
My powers draining.
The boy is shining bright.
Getting stronger and stronger.
Could it be,
I wonder.Could she really have died for her child?
Her love was that strong?
My soul is drifting away.
My last thought
Is a burning wish.
I wish I could have been loved like that.
It was lack of love that drove me to this.
I am gone.
The lights are so bright.
My father is there.
My evil abusive muggle father.
But he is smiling.
Smiling with welcoming arms and a cheerful twinkle in his eye..
My mother too.
Lord Voldomort is gone.
But Tom Riddle remains.