Listen, I owe a lot of people and apology. I've been having a rough time lately and although I know that's no excuse, I hope you can forgive me. Cherry Chalk I took your idea into account, I hope you like what I've created.
Ok, this is a poem from Voldemorts POV, have fun!
There used to be nothing but so still I fell,
Spat out with disgust at the gates of hell,
And the devil himself did take no pride,
When my being was thrown with hate aside,
While his second and third did curse and creep,
And left with such shame that he roared so deep,
That the grounds of hell did fall asunder,
And nothing he kept could sleep.
A life for a life where death hangs near,
And waiting and watching the stench of fear,
And even as poor souls that did flee,
The souls of dark scream hungrily,
And even their screams became so sweet,
I began to wait for the falling sleet,
And the news that another had fallen to me,
And the dark that consumes me has won.
My name is Tom, I had dreams and plans,
I had my friends and fear of exams,
And I stayed up late with work to do,
And I fell off my broom with the first time I flew,
And I picked my fights and I bled when hit,
And I skulked around boys who had everything,
And I lost my thoughts when I talked to a girl,
A teenagers life, pure teenagers world.
But nothing can last, it won't be the same,
I'd felt too much heartache, way too much pain,
And I lost what remains of a schoolchild I held,
And the darkness inside me to my soul did meld,
So come all you people who I used to protect,
As the new generation begins to select,
They have their whole lives to learn the world's flaw,
I have my whole life and more.
Thank you very much, bye people!
Damusen