The End
By Leli1013
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, he and Voldemort are owned by the brilliant Jo Rowling.
Death splayed on my hands
it is all I see,
everywhere I turn it grins back at me.
I can't run away
even in my sleep
I cannot find peace.
He seeks me out
calling my name
as the tide breaks
and hate becomes him.
Fear fills me
anticipation waits,
bravery subsides
as duty overcomes.
A/N: I know it kind of sucks but this is what happens when you read OotP while listening to Evanescence in the middle of the night.