I Am Not My Father's Son

I am not my father's son,

Why oh why can't they all see?

I do not wish the death of innocents,

I do not kill with feelings of glee.

I am not my father's son,

With that serpent branded on my arm.

Even though I may look the part,

Inside I did not wish to cause harm.

I am not my father's son,

Brought up a self-centered brat.

If everyone could know my true feelings,

They would see that it is all an act.

I am not my father's son,

Though a striking resemblance we bear.

With cold, gray eyes and a biting tongue;

That soft, angelic-looking blond hair.

I am not my father's son,

He thought he could control me.

But he was wrong and did not think,

He should have simply let me be.

I am not my father's son,

I was able and willing to be strong.

I helped wherever I could,

All the while I knew something would go wrong.

I am not my father's son,

As the Dark Lord finally hears.

His raging fury is dangerous,

The scream of cruel anger reaches my ears.

I am not my father's son,

Standing in a circle of angered faces.

My father would never be so brave,

As to betray these followers from all places.

I am not my father's son,

I can cast away the doubts of blood.

But still not many can forget,

That blood contains no mud.

I am not my father's son,

Although I realized it too late.

Now I await my punishment;

Death is my only fate.