In death and in virtue
In power and strength
In the light that he shines you
He leads your lifes length

The feeling of warmth
And of being; belong
This is where you endavour
The home of your song

For every individual
Has four things that can't be bought
The mind, heart, soul and body
Were what the Master sought.

The mind being priority
The heart a hindrance thee
The soul was precious for for control
The body they would see

Physics and emotions
Of a born Lord Voldemort
Rise from the fire that he set
He took the things he sought

But who am I to judge his ways
The things his needs create
I say create as he's still here
He's wallowing in fate.