The door was open. A fire burned out of control. Forgotten to its audience.
Its spectators. They had given it life. Yet they had forgotten. It raged.
It destroyed. It crisped. It smoldered.
Masked men and women stood transfixed on the site before them. This they had done. As they had done to other houses in the street. This was their glory. Their passion. Their life. They had caused the pain. The suffering. They had caused the gore. They had caused the carnage. They were the reason those bodies were now lifeless. Limp. And scattered. Yet they felt no guilt. No remorse. No shame. It had no effect. They were lost.
They were joined by another masked fiend. To this they were honored. They bowed down before the man who had inspired them. His evil. His power. His talent. He gave life to a darkness. An evil. Greater than himself.
The death eaters had been risen. He would command them. They would obey. He ruled. The power his. The evil his. He was the darkness. The darkness was him. They were one.
And above this terrible scene. Etched in the stars. Rimmed with green. As though it had always been there. A skull and a snake. His mark. His sign. The mark of death.
Masked men and women stood transfixed on the site before them. This they had done. As they had done to other houses in the street. This was their glory. Their passion. Their life. They had caused the pain. The suffering. They had caused the gore. They had caused the carnage. They were the reason those bodies were now lifeless. Limp. And scattered. Yet they felt no guilt. No remorse. No shame. It had no effect. They were lost.
They were joined by another masked fiend. To this they were honored. They bowed down before the man who had inspired them. His evil. His power. His talent. He gave life to a darkness. An evil. Greater than himself.
The death eaters had been risen. He would command them. They would obey. He ruled. The power his. The evil his. He was the darkness. The darkness was him. They were one.
And above this terrible scene. Etched in the stars. Rimmed with green. As though it had always been there. A skull and a snake. His mark. His sign. The mark of death.