A/N: A Poem that was my very first attempt at HP fan fiction.
The Death Eater's Lament
He watches the moon go by
With deep, black eyes.
A man in turmoil,
between sense and heart.
(Do you even possess a heart?)
He never had the need for one before.
He stared at the mask in his hand.
It hid all the evils within a man.
Now it is time to cast it aside.
Of all the paths he could have taken,
Truth is the only one left.
Now is the moment to leave.
(To turn your back on all the pain you caused?)
He had tasted death,
And it was sweet
(So sweet it was sickening, eh?)
Sickening enough to turn even his stomach.
(Do you expect forgiveness?)
No, nor does he expect forgetfulness.
The sins of the past
Have been branded into him.
"Come away from the window,
The answers no longer lie out there,
They come from within."
"Yes, Headmaster, I know that now,
For I have only discovered the wrong answers
From what I've done and
Where I've been."