Author's Note: Ok um…4:00 AM in the morning, you get the idea. Actually, I don't think its all that bad. I am currently working on a chaptered fic of Harry Potter which you might like more, so read that if you would. It is entitled 14 (shouldn't be that hard to remember.) Anyway…Enjoy. Please remember to review.
Vol De Mort
By Amadeus
Death, comes ever nearer.
Every day it approaches.
And now he knocks on my door.
But I will not open my door.
He knocks more insistently.
The door is bolted shut.
No one may enter.
Death, he knocks again.
The door is bolted.
No one may come in.
Death bangs upon my door.
"NO!" I say. "You will not have me."
The knocking stops.
Death walks around my house.
He looks for another way in.
He will not find one.
The doors are bolted.
The chimney is boarded.
The windows are cemented over.
No one may enter this house.
He pounds on the door once again.
"I seek Tom Riddle" says Death.
"Tom Marvolo Riddle"
"You're time has come."
"I am not he." I shout.
"It is not my time yet." I say.
Death does not listen.
The hinges grind with pressure.
The door cracks.
The bolt gives way.
Death enters my home.
He will not find me.
I am hidden.
He finds me quickly.
"Tom Marvolo Riddle" says Death.
"You're time has come."
But I am already past him.
I am running out the door.
I have left my house.
Death follows.
He chases me.
He seeks me into eternity.
I throw everything I can back at him,
Trying to slow him down.
"I am not Tom Riddle." I say.
Yet he continues to follow.
He will chase me forever.
And I will always flee.
I am not Tom Riddle.
I am the fleer of death.
I am Vol De Mort.
Author's Note: I don't write much poetry, (if this can be considered poetry) so please tell me what you think. Reviews are much appreciated.