A/N:
Hello, once again! I was in the mood for writing poems! Now if you don't know who this is about then you aren't very perceptive. But I think you can all guess. =) Enjoy. Read and Review!!Disclaimer-
I own nothing, 'cept the poem.Pawn of Power
Life, for me, has taken a dangerous turn,
I must return to my 'Lord' and 'Master'.
I must be a spy, it's all for the cause,
I'm late, I start to walk faster.
I arrive and stand before the 'Master',
I have not been suspectedyet.
I am lucky, for when I am, it will be certain death,
My 'Master' is still plotting, a plan is not yet set.
He looks disgusted with some of us, not me,
"Muggle torture." He says, we bow and leave.
I hate muggle torture, oh, how they scream,
The Dark Mark cools under my sleeve.
The dark night is filled with screams and cries,
I perform minor curses, the others, however, do not.
I shudder as one of my companions decapitates someone,
When I joined the 'Lord' years ago, this is not what I sought.
I sought power and knowledge; I didn't get them,
I've been turned into a mere slave, an expendable pawn.
I, with loathing, shoot up the Dark Mark,
I walk into my chambers as I see the first light of dawn.
