Sadistically Yours [Bellatrix's Feelings to Voldemort]

Longing looks,

Fearful bows,

Ever-present love,

She was a pureblood.

Voldemort.

The name itself,

Is never spoken,

But her faith in him,

Is written on her arm in permanent ink.

She brands her mark,

Loving its beauty,

Loving the pain,

But mostly loving,

Knowing,

That he's calling upon her.

Her twisted black heart,

Lies in complete ruins,

But she will never stop holding onto,

The slim hope that he is holding on too.

His commands,

His striking hand,

His manipulating demands,

All make her want him more.

The cold of his skin,

The cold of his eyes,

And the cold of his emotions,

Are all just lies,

In her mind.

A Death Eater; Mummy would be proud.

Authors Note: Sorry about this it kind of is terrible, but I need to get over writers block, and this helped majorly. I KNOW IT SUCKED- no throwing tomatoes please! And I didn't go over it. And again I know it sucks, but whatever. And this is my first poem ever, so yeah, and IDK where the last line came from, I'm random k? Also, Im only 12, be NICE!!!!!!!!!!