AN: For the Spencer Gives You Poems Competition.

The poem I got was "howl" by Allen Ginsburg.

"I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked,

dragging themselves through the negro streets at dawn looking for an angry fix"

I walk; mindless, observing nothing and everything. I see the differences between this world and my own. I see no parallels, nothing good at least.

I thought everything would change for the better, I thought my side winning would be great but I was wrong.

I should have known a long time ago. I should have known when my mother started to worry too much; it killed her in the end the dread and anxiety. I should have known when my father was killed for a mistake – a mistake that didn't even matter.

I really should have known before all this. The first thing he did was to make an example of Granger. Her screams still echo in my mind, driving me to insanity. I saw him take the brightest witch of our age and turn her into nothing.

As I stumble along the streets I wonder where my life started to go wrong. I suppose it was my name really, I was so proud of my name. I was so proud to be a pureblood, my parents were in the inner circle, I was chosen by the Dark Lord himself.

All of this means nothing now. Purebloods mean nothing now. All that matters is how well you do his bidding. He treats us purebloods like slaves. It's degrading.

Names are the source of the problem. The Dark Lord's name alone strikes terror in everyone's heart. The people left are here because of their names. We don't like it. Many of us wish we had been born under a different name, maybe then we'd have made the right choice.

It was my name that stopped me from joining the losing side. It was my name that committed me to a wasted life. It is my name that is keeping me alive, when I no longer wish to be.

I wish I was brave, I wish I could defy my name. But that will never happen. I could never go against my path, not now anyway.

I've seen what happens when you disobey. I've had my whole life taken away from me. My family, my friends, even my enemies. I am all that's left now.

I have seen the bravest of Gryffindors cower under his gaze, the most cunning of Slytherins outsmarted by the terror he enforces. I have seen it all go wrong, and I wish I'd never been a part of it.

I see the dawns of a revolution in the eyes of the public, but I know it will do no good. I see the anger towards him behind the eyes of even his most loyal of followers.

I know they will never act, they are far too terrified. They can barely bring themselves to look other people in the eye any more. I am too terrified to do this.

I walk towards the highest building I can see; even death scares me less than him.

As I stand on the roof and feel the wind on my face I allow myself to smile. I will finally be free, something I have wanted for a long time.

I chose this way, because it is not something he chose. He cannot control me.

I smile on my way down; I am pleased with my choice. I have redeemed the family name.

The Malfoy line is going out on its own terms.