Voldemort
The evil always walks in shame,
But the danger? He is to blame.
Adventure stalks the street he walks,
His eyes of night, scorn the light,
Filled with blood lust he enters homes,
Laughing at his victims tones, laughing,
As he murders them with glee,
Babies cry, women scream,
But still his eyes are all agleam,
With vengeance for his fall.
The dark lord has come to call!