I adore the darkest of magic,
All of the witches and wizards will obey.
My life will no longer be tragic,
Violence and pain is my wicked way.
Older than time I'll be,
Leader of the death eaters and all.
Death to those who betray me,
Everyone will see the Ministry fall.
Middle of the night I'll kill the three,
Old lightning scar for the boy for the pain.
Riddle will only be the name they see,
Then why the fuck is Harry on a train?
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Flying Whales
PoëzieTwenty six letters repeated again and again to create a change in one's self. Poetry at its finest. Highest in poetry: #63 8/7/17
