The pale tears,
His face now blotchy,
Represent who he is,
Who he wants to be,
He is not a killer,
Just a scared little boy,
Does what his parents ask of him,
An obedient child,
What every parent wished for,
But so few received,
He wonders why he is forced to do it,
Why can't someone else,
The memory's child,
A pain,
A comfort,
An instinctive defense,
And an unplanned consequence,
But yet the dark man is there to help again,
A protector,
A spy,
He cannot kill,
He has not yet sunk low enough,
Once again the spy will conquer,
And forever,
He will live,
In his father's shadow,
Draco Malfoy.
