Disclaimer: HP isn't mine

Author's note: I was feeling really morbid when I wrote this. I was in math class, so go figure. Enjoy!

PS: I can't figure out the rhyme scheme for this. You know. . . whatever.



Heirs

By Sienna Moony

Death, so cold

I've felt its grasp

And barely wiggled free

But now, I look

With eyes, immortal

To see what I can see

I squeeze a heart

In my tight grip

And watch my victim die

They beg for freedom

Cry for help

My mercy, they cannot buy

I smile, my teeth

So viciously barred

And growl when they sob

I leave them there

Their bodies rot

As I avoid the mob

I've risen once

And once again

To make them fear my wrath

The muggles and

The mudbloods run

When I am on their path

And now I will

Destroy them all

And conquer this whole land

I'll crush their minds

And slice their skins

With one wave of my hand

And he will watch

With leaking eyes

When he cannot fight back

His friends will suffer

And scream in pain

When my minions attack

He must be killed

That Potter boy

Although he doesn't know

The great power

That lives in him,

For it does not yet show

But just as

Salazar the Great

Was my forefather past

Gryffindor had

Progeny and

Harry is his last

Through blood, I

Know that Harry is

My mortal enemy

It was Gryffindor

Who killed Slytherin

So Harry will kill me

That is, of course,

Just a small myth

For I have just foreseen

That Potter will

Soon meet his end

And I have grown quite keen

I'll taste his blood

On my dry lips

And relish in its strength

I'll eat his heart

And to do so

I'll endure many lengths

But not just yet,

No, not right now

Nagini, we will wait

The heir of Gryffindor

Must pay and

We will need some bait

Young Granger, yes,

That is her name

Who Potter fancies so

But when she cries

And leaks out blood

Harry, then, will go

He'll come to me

To save his friend

To save his intended wife

But then, my sweet,

Will Potter find

That it's costing him his life.



Yeah, okay, okay, I know, I know. . . I'm sorry?