III. Bones of the Father
Alone in the silence, the sifting dust
I kneel and touch my father's hand—
Cooling, cooling even as I watch
His soul damned to the darkenland
Where it belongs, go it must.
So smug, the filthy arrogant Muggle
Until the green bolts rose to slay
Them like lambs at a slaughter
Oh how I have longed, for this day
When he dropped to his knees and begged.
Did you relent in my mother's final hour
When she stooped so low to plead of you?
In her veins runs the blood of mighty Salazar
Yet you turned her away like a beaten dog
You look so scared— you know that's true.
You could have saved her—don't deny it
And what's your reason? She was a witch.
There is now fear in your eyes.
Shouldn't it be happiness, that we can finally meet?
Don't try pleading, father—my heart is as ice.
Now I stand, solitary, the last Riddle
They tried to put themselves above the true bloods,
And this is my final answer—
Avada Kedrava, for death is their due
Let them see who is the truly the master.
His name, my father's name, no more
I will be Lord Voldemort, flight-of-death
The bane of Muggles, of Mudbloods
To be there to mock their final breath
To clear the taint and strengthen the core.
I am Lord Voldemort
Tom Marvolo no longer
I have purified myself in fire
As the world will be in the coming battle
Join me, or face my ire.
Author's Ending Note: Obviously a scene from Tom's POV where he kills the Riddles, then a little angst where he thinks about his ambition (Evil bad guy alert!!!) Praises and flames welcome. Just give a reason for it. And now, BYE BYE!!!