TITLE: QUEUESDISCLAIMER: I own them not. Do not sue for then I shall laugh at you and show you my empty bank account. JKR is a goddess (or at least a top lass), that is enough. :)
SUMMARY: Mmmmmm. Dunno why I came up with this one. Having heard of Voldemort's demise, Lucius – instead of rallying the troops like a good Death eater is wont to do - makes his excuses and leaves. Naughty boy.
Lucius's POV.
ARCHIVE: Ask first.
PAIRING: None.
RATING: PG
FEEDBACK: Sock it to me.

In queues they died, the children,
one by one,
as if awaiting a reward.
In queues they died,
devoid of artifice
in death. No one
mourned their sacrifice.

Far off, the tic-toc of the clock
droned on endlessly;
it smiled each time a child bled
it spoke of 'goodness' and fire
as it bleached the bones of the dead.

In queues they died, the children,
our dream of a new world,
falling one by one --
and I heard a hollow,
muffled, frightening sound
each cursed time
a head hit the ground.

I trained them well,
I know that. I did all I could
to help them live.
But now, they are all dead
and I have nothing left to give.

In queues they died, my bright children,
pitied by none
and understanding nothing.
I mourned them all,
my brave children, pure and true.
Now, I'm moving on...
Wouldn't you?

fin