The Last Night I Ever Cried

by Duskrider Q

Voldemort hasn't shed a tear since the night that marked his final transition into the life of hatred, terror, and heartlessness. Witness, as he poetically tells in his own words, what brought burning tears of joy to his eyes for the last time.

The Last Night I Ever Cried

By Duskrider Q

I was born without a pulse--

I was born without a heart.

Once upon a half century past,

I came searching for a heart,

A heart

Rumored to be inside a home

I never knew a home.

I knew four crumbling walls

A floor dampened by my tears

And a caving ceiling.

No hearts ever beat there.

Slave drivers disguised as fathers beat me, instead

Imagine my disappointment.

I crossed a threshold,

I traversed a sittingroom,

I passed a kitchen,

I climbed a staircase within

A house.

I found no hearts pumping life merrily into

A home.

I found three lively muggles

No hearts--

I found two lifeless corpses

No hearts.

I wondered what took their lives

When they had no hearts to begin with;

No heart to gift their heir a home

Or is it no home to gift their heir a heart?

I requested in exchange for the last's life,

A proclamation of what I used to dream was love:

He quibbled to me,

While the terror widened his eyes

and the yew pressed to his empty chest,

"I'm proud of you, son."

I summoned another green flash.

Gorgeous,

Genuine,

Gracious yet grievious green!

My cheeks ran with the embers of my glare,

But I was truly overjoyed

Once my cackle finally died

On the last night I ever cried.