The words are spoken; the light is seen
A jet of light, a spark of green
She sees a face—a cold white grin
The mask of Satan, evil as sin
She thinks the thought, knowing then
She'd never kiss her James again
I've failed as a mother, my child to die
And Harry will never wonder why
This evil man has doomed her to say
These words continually 'til judgment day
The Killing Curse is not aptly named
Its curse is not for what it's famed
Death is no curse, unless is heard
"Avada Kedavra" as the final words
Doomed to think your final thought
Of pain and angst overwrought
Again and again until this devil dies
But he shall hear his victims' cries
Upon his death, it'll be his curse
As frequent killer, his shall be worse
For every death that he has made
He shall hear the tears of those he betrayed
My dear, hold out, your time will come
Your love shall rescue your savior—your son
Basically this piece is kind of a version of what I thought it was like to die by Avada Kedavra. If you didn't really get what it meant in all the rhyming, my interpretation is that when you die by the Killing Curse specifically, your last words echo in your brain over and over and over again until the murderer dies, at which point you are released into heaven, Valhalla, whatever. The murderer, if killed by Avada Kedavra, will hear not only his own last thoughts, but also the last thoughts of those he killed during life, repeatedly. This makes the curse, of course, so much worse. I mean, if Harry kills Voldemort and he's killed via the Killing Curse, he will get not only get his last thoughts, but Voldemort's again and again and again. And if Voldemort never dies, then all the people that he killed will be forced to think the same things over and over and over again until the end of eternity. Iuno, I just liked it. And I have officially written more on the explanation than the poem. Okay, going now…
Morvana