This is a very dark poem from the thoughts of an inferius girl. Please read the post fic A/N. It has background information on this poem. If you don't want to read it, then don't. I did warn you. If you don't like horror/angst, then don't read this.
Title: Dear Lord
Summary: From the thoughts of one of our dear Lord V's inferi. You might want to read it, who knows when you'll next get the chance to view an inferi's thoughts? Rated T. Warnings inside. Do NOT read if you don't like gory-ish stuff.
Characters: Lord Voldemort, Inferi/Inferius
Genre: Horror, Angst, Poetry, Tragedy
Language: English (duh)
World: Movies (I can't completely remember a scene this is based off from the book version *sigh*)
Disclaimer: Do you honestly think I'm JK Rowling? If you do, go read the series again, because I am not in any way nearly as good a writer as she is.
Warnings:
Rhymes
Horror
Gore (only in the picture, honestly)
Character death
Mentions of hell
Character death
Just the usual me being overly cautious stuff
Dear lord I don't want to stay
I want you to go away.
mumma says we should be asleep
but I don't see any sheep.
you killed me with a bright green light
but I'm still awake this isn't right.
Sissy thinks what you did was nice
I say it came with a price.
We're walking when we should be dead
I've killed so much my eyes are red.
Why won't anyone fix me?
Cause I just want to not be.
mumma fell asleep incendio burn
When will it be my turn.
sissy says Mumma went to hell
I don't care if we go there as well.
It's time to turn out the light
I know by now it should be night.
we lay in filthy waters
mumma's gone it's just us daughters.
Crazy lady "help comes within third sight"
so we pray with all our might.
I think the lord loves his lady
sissy says lord loving is kind of shady.
Sissy was correct
lord killed her with green light direct.
I'm tired of it all
In this big world all I see is small.
Suddenly I'm in a rage
I'm charging at you drama's set the stage.
I don't get very far
It feels like I've been run over by a car.
You saw my eyes are tired
Luckily I've now been fired.
Greetings from the underworld
I'll never again follow that evil lord.
A/N: As promised, some background information:
This story appeared when I was trying to find a way to get rid of some of the pictures I had reserved for possible cover images for fics. Unfortunately, I wasn't able to. So I'm going to have to try that with another photo.
I'll probably end up using the picture of the hula-hooping girl. Maybe something about muggles and Privet Drive. In any case, I hope that one isn't poetry. I write way too much poetry. Anyways, sorry for that rambling. I ramble as much as I write poetry, which is to say, a lot.
The girl who's point of view you see from, is named Nette. Freakily, her older sister is named Marea (pronounced mare-REE-uh). So, if you put them in order from oldest to youngest... Marea-Nette. Seems like someone knew their daughters' futures (Marionette).
Their mother was named Onesima, a latin name meaning "is burdened", referring to her action naming her children Marea and Nette. This indicates that she was a legitimate seer. Also, gives a reason for Nette calling the lady who gives them advice crazy.
Onesima actually was killed during Harry Potter and Albus Dumbledore's capturing of the fake horcrux locket. Marea and Nette were still underwater when Harry unleashed the incendio.