My love was a marionette

by the Unrequited Lover

Ginevra Weasely was a little doll, and when Tom Riddle told her to dance, she danced, when he said sleep, she slept, and her sleep was tainted with him but can he himself pull away from her? For he poured his soul into his marionette...

7. A poem for a reviewer

A poem for a reviewer---

Dedicated to Pippinfan25.

Ginny danced, her eyes glazed over

Strings attached to arms and legs

Promise me you will behold her

And will never look away

Riddle watched, his eyes aglow

As Ginny fell into the snow

Her blood, her blood of purest read

Fell like a ribbon from her head

Your wrists held back by rusty chains

You must bear witness to their pain

Tom locks his pain up inside

Ginny's pain she cannot hide

Although she curses through bleeding lips

And scratches with bloody fingertips

She cannot hope to contain her rage

While she's contained inside a cage

And when his laughter dies away

And Ginny's screams begin to fade

And shackles drop from your throbbing hands

You touch your hair- the dripping strands,

You feel hollow and cold inside

You cannot bear it, you must cry,

All of this you can't abide,

You feel tainted in your mind.

No, none of this will you abide,

You feel tainted in your mind.

For you, my reviewer, my dearest, and shall the stunning silence ring like laughter through your world-weary ears.