Death was in his eyes
So cold and fathomless
They called to me
I stood by his side
Awash in darkest power
Saturated to my core
Becoming all he was
I knew death
Crept into mine eyes
A coldness, emptiness so pure
As I learned to hate
His simple touch could direct me
The darkest deeds
I would gladly do.
My addiction to him so true
Even a child's cry
Couldn't move me now
His power consumed all:
That upon which I fed
That which I took to my bed
Every moment of my day
To the brim of my nights
His power filling meI could taint the purest with a look
And render death without a pause
Never to look back
Love was so weak
Such a pathetic little thing,
Compared to the power he held
An evil that made me whole
My joy was in their screams
Their blood my blessed drink
Nightmares were the nights I didn't dream
My heart finally was home.
(so sue me, inspired by Harry bloody Potter - I have to wonder what must have possessed Snape and others to join Voldemort, what possessed anyone to join something that evil - and it seems so simple...and so attractive)
