Dolohov poem

by Dakamyr

Basically a poem about the start of Dolohovs life, if you think the start is good i will post another poem of the beggining of his life and maybe more poems about other Death Eaters. as you can tell i am crap at summaries but i will get better.

I am sure of it

This is my first poem about harry potter( this one is about Dolohov) , it isn't completely finished yet so ill post some more verses in the near future if you like the start, comments are appreciated good or bad………..( preferably good )

The future stretches out like the vast expanse of the desert

My will tied to those constantly attacked by themselves

Life has been one hurricane of death,destruction and darkness

The faces of those I murdered come to surface in my mind

Their haunted looks sending tears of regret down my harsh face

The man I pledged my life to, defeated by his own vanity

The tattoo of the skull and snake starts to fade on my pale skin

The memories however have been burned into my mind

Like the scalding hot poker that branded the tattoo on my skin

My childhood was one whirlwind of abuse and fear

The muggle children hurting me because of my abilities

And the Auros ask why I hate them

My lord may be dead , but i am alive

He will come back and when he does , I will be rewarded

I am sure of it