Voldemort (if Harry's not around).

He's the one that nobody speaks of,
The one that all is afraid to mention,
Needless to say,
He haunts their mind in every dimension.

He roams through their body,
Like the chilly air at night,
Leaving goosebumps into their skin
With an expression of a dead knight.

In the darkness,
He watches their agonies,
As they struggle on their knees,
Begging him to let them be.

He laughs loudly,
While pretending he could not hear
The screeching pain they could no longer bare,
Completely trapping them in his deathly air.

Smugness crawls in his loathsome face,
Eerie satifaction fills his empty heart,
Triumph never felt this great.


Note: I was looking through my magazine entries (for MTHS' Velleity, where I was the editor haha), and I found this poem that I wrote out of boredom. I was at Borders one day, and a local band called The Zoo Human Project - which I recommend for everyone - sang a song called "Voldemort," and I really liked the story behind the song. So when I got home that night, I felt inspired to write a different version, and voila, here's my version - way different from their song.


<3Jhay