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
