I wrote this poem as a Harry potter Poem fic a while back.
I never uploaded it because I wasn't sure what you would think about it.
It's a bit odd, but I hope you'll like it.
Set from Voldemort's POV after the Triwizard Tournament.
I don't own Harry potter. But I do own the poem.
This was betead by my friend on IRC chat: U238Willy
After the T3
The moon summons words untold.
So gather here my friends of old.
Let my eyes tarry on shadowed faces.
they linger longer on empty spaces.
Feel the burn, let it mar you.
In the sordid place I did scar you.
I watch in wonder and have no grumbles.
I snicker at his pathetic fumbles.
See the boy? How he squirms...
Soon now! He'll feed the worms.
Faithful servant, give me your hand.
So that I might rule this clumsy land.
See the blood, watch it flow.
Into my potion it will now go.
I must gloat, give back his wand.
Perhaps I can finally break this bond.
Spell's flash, Hex's zing.
Oh yes my boy, that did sting.
Now I raise the killing curse.
Your praying makes it that much worse.
Argh. Damn your scheming insolent brat.
Watch your mouth drooling prat.
And now I must watch you escape
and again left weaker in your wake.
Perhaps I shall not try again.
For my interest in you has begun to wane.
Reviews are appreciated.
I hope you guys liked this one :)
