DISCLAIMER: okay well this is kinda obvious...i mean the word 'DISCLAIMER' is right over there...but so i don't get my arse sued off: i don't own the world of harry potter (D'uh) and I defienty do not own Lord Voldemort...i don't even own his picture.
Death
She was sleeping soundly
Having a dream or two
When suddenly she woke
But not sure by who
She looked around her room
It was empty, no one there
But yet she felt a presence
That prickled her fine hair
She looked around her room again
And saw a sight that disturbed her
Sitting in a chair, next to her bed
Was a man ready to harm her
She wanted to scream
Scream into the night
But she couldn't 'cause
She was full of fright
When the man noticed her terror,
He stood up fast
All of his helpers swooping in
With a laugh
She knew who he was
when she saw his gleaming red eyes
and his midnight cloak around him
she only had a chance to think one thought before
He took her away
With only two words
Never to be seen again
By her world
A/N- okay to be honest, I really don't know why I wrote this. I guess I've been thinking about death. I wrote this, and then i thought 'hey, this could so describe one of Voldemort's attacks' so here it is, a poem on a Voldemort attack…R&R please...
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