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!!

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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.