The Unforgivables
DceptiveNocence
Disclaimer: I am not JK Rowling and do not own any part of the HP universe, much less the unforgivable curses.
ANs: I wrote this quite a while back when I was bored and in a particularly nasty mood. Please read and review.
Imperio:
You are mine,
Not your own,
Just as if
Your body's on loan.
You forfeit yourself
Fully to me,
And whatever I say
I know will be.
I enter your mind,
And you feel bliss,
This opportunity,
I must not miss.
Death and destruction
You must bring to all,
And you, not I,
Will take the fall.
And if you try to fight it,
Too bad, you can't, not mine,
No one fights my Imperious
And lives another day at all fine.
Crucio:
Yes, writhe,
Writher in pain,
Nothing here
For you to gain.
I hear your screams
Break through the night,
As you call for peace,
And salvation so right.
"Why, why me?" you scream
as white –hot needles pour down your spine
"Because," I drawl,
"The pain inflicted on you lessens mine."
A moment of peace,
And you sigh in relief,
Tears stream down your face,
"This is the end," is your misjudged belief.
You settle into the calm
Thinking there will be no more,
But then I yell, "Crucio!"
And explain, "I was bored."
And then you writhe,
And writhe, and writhe some more,
In a big twitching heap
Of flesh spasming on the floor.
And I laugh insanely,
At your contorted face,
This is even better
Than using a mace.
Electrical shocks
Burn through your skin
As your consciousness
Drifts out and in.
Of Crucio
I was always a fan
Now to dispose of you
The only way I can.
Avada Kedavra:
Cold is death
Coming for you,
Black is this hell
You've put me through.
You scream for mercy
That here you shall not find
As I raise my wand
And prepare to ease my mind.
This is for
You hellish ways
Now you have come
To the end of your days.
I am ready,
Wand poised, head high,
You say you're not ready
Or prepared to die.
Oh, well, too bad,
And I yell the curse,
"Avada Kedavra!"
From my lips bursts.
Now you are dead
Lifeless on the floor,
I finish with a kick
And head for the door.
