Sincerely, Tom
Hello, little girl
You can call me Tom
What's your name?
It's Ginny, am I wrong?
We haven't met for a very long time.
It's clear that I've passed my youthful prime.
As for you you've aged quite well.
Put many others under your spell.
You'll never be as I? Oh, Ginevra, not so
A push from me and off you'll go
Don't think you can escape from me
Or your Potter won't be quite so lucky, you see?
I can get you again
Don't go hide away
Don't cry to your friends-
Without my say.
My bidding is yours
Your existence is mine
With me your life dangles
Gently on a vine
You cannot control
Lord Voldemort's plan
He won't let you flee
Or you'll die, as those who ran
So huddle under the covers, Ginny
Close your little eyes, Ginny
Fall into deep, dark sleep, Ginny
Wait for my word 'till morning, Ginny
Go betray your friends, Ginny
Tell me of their den, Ginny
Take them all for me, Ginny
Go through this all again, Ginny
No worry
No pain
Your killing
My gain
So huddle under the covers, Ginny
Sleep tight by orders of my pen
Your dearest Tom will soon decide
Whether you wake up again.
Sincerely, Tom