Quirrel you fool
I despair of your being
My body, my tool
An eye of all seeing

I do not respect you, in any way
I do not love you, and this I say
I do not need you, I am independent
I do not want you, I never meant

To paint a picture in which I was there
Standing and smiling, tragically unaware
I am Lord Voldemort, master of Earth
And my powers are more than you ever were worth.

Do you understand? I flinch at the thought
That when you obeyed me all that you sought
Was love and belonging, it sickens me still
To think that my love could be bought at your will

And I banish you now from the pure dark arts world
Go into the place where the fools dwell unheard
Its disgusting in every way, form and shape
You tried to get in on your piece of the cake

I hate you, you never will see me again
In fact you, Quirrel, have existed in vain
Nobody will see you forever this day
I hate for my servant to leave in this way

But I feel it is vital to maintain my power
No people would want to ever endavour
Into the affairs of a lord who is gay
So what if you love me, don't you care what they say?