Abyss
He looks into the mirror, pure and white. Where there was once a handsome face, there is stark white evil. A thin red line, for a mouth. But the strangest deviation is the eyes.
He had been proud of them, dark carnelian blue with flecks of green. Or maybe closer to the shade of a tempestuous sky. Eyes that could entrance, cajole, enchant people for selfish purposes.
But they are bottomless pits now, fiery yet bleak, a life lost. They tell of the deep abyss he is sinking into. But he does not regret it. Smiling, Voldemort takes the plunge.