By: Xtremesnapefan
A man, he stood,
Before the snakelike one.
The snakelike one was angry with the man
He intended to punish him cruelly for betrayal.
He flashed his wand out,
Torturing the man who turned against him.
The man pondered how he became in this position.
He, no doubt, had been careless
In life and choices he made.
He, despite being warned,
Fell into the peer pressure of his colleagues.
Did he not know the consequences
When he pledged his loyalty to the snake and skull?
The childhood he had was one he'd rather forget.
Rather someone kill him than have to relive it.
Relive the pain, the loss, the dread, and the abuse.
Never again would he do something so stupid.
But he was paying for his sins.
The spy who played his part well.
A spy for good, while evil was fooled.
The love and enemy of his life,
The child of theirs that climbed to the top.
Thwarting evil, destroying evil.
Defying death, just as a baby.
The greasy haired man remembered the event.
The event, which made him, turn good.
Of which he felt the remorse, pain, and guilt capable of killing a man.
So here he stood,
A good 17 years later.
Evil would be murdered for good,
And put to rest at the man's feet.
This man who was tortured for doing good.
This man, this spy, this sinner,
The one who felt remorse in unimaginable amounts.
He was, and is, the bravest man I ever knew.