Disclaimer: Voldemort belongs to J.K. Rowling, not me. I
think that's obvious.
Author's Note: My pitiful attempt at poetry. It's sad,
really. Anyway, please review; be harsh, if called for.
Rhythmic lines pulsing
Twisting to oblivion
The fading light
Dies at last
Consumed
By the ravenous darkness
In death, I walk
Untouched by sight
Or sense
My purpose
Bringer of order
Through chaos
Cleanser
Through blood
Inhuman, I am
No longer bound with
Chains of
Morality and mortality
Sitting on my throne
In the heart of the storm
That looms above this land
Where the day,
Giving it's dying gasp
Falls from the night
Defeated hope
Leaks from those who cower
And tremble in the shadows
Hushed whispers
Of the ruins that remain
And fearful glances
From those who cannot speak my name
I am Lord Voldemort