Death Eaters
The ominous figures
Plague the night.
Ill-favored thoughts
Hidden from sight.
For they have chosen
A path of destruction.
Leaving behind a trail
Of sorrow and corruption.
Servants of all that
Is evil and dark.
Skull and serpent
Leave their mark.
Malicious their ways,
Unforgivable their aim.
In pain and gloom
They find their claim.
But is there another way
A light in the haze?
A hopeful inkling
Of better days?