Tom to Voldemort
He stood staring into the angry red eyes in the mirror.
His thoughts wandering how he got to this time.
He had once been nothing more then the boy is now.
He had been young, naive,
Now he was powerful, the world feared him.
He examined his once handsome face,
Now ugly and frightening.
His once smooth, tan skin,
Now puckered and pasty.
His warm brown eyes,
Turned this harsh, cold red.
He had been a semi-nice guy,
Now, he wanted the whole world dead.
Revenge.
The word echoed through his head.
He had started simply wanting revenge upon his Father,
Now he wants Revenge upon the world.
He stared into his cold eyes,
Shook his head,
And turned away.
No Turning back.
Tom was Dead,
And Voldemort stood in his stead.