Becoming One of Them; A Snape P.O.V.
A voice commands us to bow down,
It tells us that he is out new master,
That we shall serve him and only him,
Or die.
One by one we are called to him,
To pledge our loyalties to him,
And to also receive his "gift",
The Dark Mark.
I watch in horror at the pain,
People screaming behind their masks,
Bodies quivering in pain and fear,
I'm next.
I am motioned forward to him and pushed to my knees,
I recite the pledge after him and he takes my right arm,
The tip of his wand is pressed to my arm and he mutters a curse,
The mark begins to form.
Sharp pain floods throughout my body and then stops,
I can feel the blood oozing out of my flesh now,
But I do not feel any pain,
I must not show my confusion.
He finishes the curse and releases my arm from his grasp,
I am pushed into a corner were no one else is,
Confusion and fear wells inside me,
Why am I not with the others?
I refuse to let any signs of my confusion show,
I must have failed the test somehow,
Otherwise I wouldn't be along,
But am I for much longer?
Another masked figure is pushed in my direction,
It was showing no signs of pain,
He must have felt little pain also,
Like me.
After many more whimpers and screams,
The group has been split into two,
The dark lord turns to the group opposite of me,
He raises his wand and it admits a green jet of light.
All of the figures fall,
I stand in awe and fear at the sight,
Powers I will soon have,
But is it right?
No,
I know it is not right but I belong here,
These are the same kind of people I am,
Those shunted away from others.
I cannot ponder on my thoughts much longer,
The dark lord has turned to us now,
He says that we have become his inner circle now,
The Death Eaters.
(A/N: hiyas all!!! i got this poem idea form a friend [cough cough...kk....cough] ~.~ also THANKS FOR THE REVEWS ON MY OTHER POEM Tomboykay & PsYcHo-Me!!!)
A voice commands us to bow down,
It tells us that he is out new master,
That we shall serve him and only him,
Or die.
One by one we are called to him,
To pledge our loyalties to him,
And to also receive his "gift",
The Dark Mark.
I watch in horror at the pain,
People screaming behind their masks,
Bodies quivering in pain and fear,
I'm next.
I am motioned forward to him and pushed to my knees,
I recite the pledge after him and he takes my right arm,
The tip of his wand is pressed to my arm and he mutters a curse,
The mark begins to form.
Sharp pain floods throughout my body and then stops,
I can feel the blood oozing out of my flesh now,
But I do not feel any pain,
I must not show my confusion.
He finishes the curse and releases my arm from his grasp,
I am pushed into a corner were no one else is,
Confusion and fear wells inside me,
Why am I not with the others?
I refuse to let any signs of my confusion show,
I must have failed the test somehow,
Otherwise I wouldn't be along,
But am I for much longer?
Another masked figure is pushed in my direction,
It was showing no signs of pain,
He must have felt little pain also,
Like me.
After many more whimpers and screams,
The group has been split into two,
The dark lord turns to the group opposite of me,
He raises his wand and it admits a green jet of light.
All of the figures fall,
I stand in awe and fear at the sight,
Powers I will soon have,
But is it right?
No,
I know it is not right but I belong here,
These are the same kind of people I am,
Those shunted away from others.
I cannot ponder on my thoughts much longer,
The dark lord has turned to us now,
He says that we have become his inner circle now,
The Death Eaters.
(A/N: hiyas all!!! i got this poem idea form a friend [cough cough...kk....cough] ~.~ also THANKS FOR THE REVEWS ON MY OTHER POEM Tomboykay & PsYcHo-Me!!!)