Disclaimer: I own nothing affiliated with J. K. Rowling or Harry Potter.
Note: And so I enter the world of Harry Potter fanfiction with my poetic debut! This is a fairly-long poem about the state of our beloved Voldemort's mind somewhere amidst the seventh book. Thankies, as always, my lovelies. Read and review. – E.v.
Born through falsity
Living through hatred
Dying through mistakes
.
Who knows, better than I
The feeling
Of utmost hatred
Fear
Envy
Revulsion
Admiration
Grief
Agony
.
None
.
I have looked through
A thousand eyes
I have heard through
A thousand ears
I have invaded
Conquered
Mutilated
Destroyed
Diminished
A thousand minds
.
So, who would know better…
Than I?
I have felt all these things
Bathed in some
Recoiled at others
.
The ones I do not trust
.
Hatred
Is important
One needs to hate
To understand
Being hated
.
Fear
Is necessary
One needs to fear
To understand
Being feared
.
Envy
Is applicable
One needs to envy
To understand
Being envied
.
Revulsion
Is inescapable
One needs to rebuke
To understand
Being rebuked
.
Admiration
Is imminent
One needs to admire
To understand
Being admired
.
Grief
Is inevitable
One needs to grieve
To understand
Being grieved for
.
Agony
Is primary
One needs to agonize
To understand
Being agonized for
.
Amortentia's sweet breath
So tasteful to them
Holds no sway
Within my mind
.
Love
Affection
Trust
.
Only exist
Because of
Hatred! Dispassion! Betrayal!
.
Love
Affection
Trust
.
They alter the mind
Twist the senses
Defile
Tear
Cut
.
I must survive
I must think straight
.
Love
Such an innocent word
Is it not?
Stories and tales
Weave
Around this fantasy
Speaking of
Changed people
Changed minds
Changed destinies
.
I will remain
My mind remains still
My destiny
My victory
My destiny remains
.
Affection
Told through sweet touches
Murmurs
Whispers
Acts of true kindness
Speaking of
Faith and fidelity
Time spent
Effort wasted
.
I am faithful to none
Others
Those who call me Master
Spend time on me
I place effort into nothing
Only my faithful
My time-spending
Do
.
Trust
Promises
A word only meaning
There is such thing
As breaking promises
Memories
Speaking of
Infinite happiness
Exclusivity
Joyous outlooks
.
I need not be happy
When the world
Speaks from their knees
I am not exclusive
All fear my wrath
I feel
Faintly
The looming joy
Of victory
Only
.
Once
A near-dead woman
She told me
You're gonna catch a cold
From the ice inside your soul
.
And I said
Looking into her
Fear-dwelling eyes
A cold is not catching
Fool
If all the world is of snow