Post by Izabella Riddle on May 15, 2010 18:10:17 GMT -5
AN: This is just a short story I had stuck in my head and had to get out.
Disclaimer: JKR owns all the familiar names and places. The rest is my own. The poem is one I wrote.
Both hands tied behind his back
He never meant to start a war
It wasn’t supposed to happen and yet it had. The Death Eater’s had attacked hours before they had been ordered to and he had had to complete his mission. He hadn’t wanted to kill them but he had to follow his orders. When the Light Lord found out he declared war on Death Eater’s everywhere, thinking the Dark responsible for their deaths.
A blackened soul he is
Tortured by the fates
Of those whose lives he stole
Under his Master’s rule
He tosses and turns in his sleep never resting properly. All the time he can see their faces the innocents that he had killed…for to do so in the name of a lunatic. Even as he starts each day he knows that his soul will never heal from the blackened stain of death that he had been thrown into.
He is the fallen Angel
His white wings torn and charred
No redemption exists for him
No for a soul so marred
It was so long ago that everyone relied on him…but it seems like just yesterday. The darkness that over took him dragged him into the void of possession where no one dared to come for him. He can’t be saved, this is his fate, and no redemption exists for one who has killed so many just to survive another day.
Deep in the heart of his darkness
Sparks a dream of lies
Surrounded by hopelessness
He will find his will to fight
The news came as a shock but even in his hell he could see the light finally starting to shine. It turned out to be a mistake but it spurred him into action of his own. Even knowing he had no hope he would continue to fight as he always used to.
He’s through with playing by the rules
Of his Master’s never ending game
It had been so easy to slip the potion into his Master’s drink without him seeing it. He watched in glee as the Lord of so many…and their deaths drank. He looked up at him his eyes narrowing in surprise and disgust.
Even as he hissed in anger at the betrayal of one who should have been under his complete control his body began to dissolve into dust. The once great Lord was reduced to nothing at his captured enemy’s feet.
Freedom isn’t free though and the puppet fell for without the strings of his Master being pulled he could not continue on living
Disclaimer: JKR owns all the familiar names and places. The rest is my own. The poem is one I wrote.
Both hands tied behind his back
He never meant to start a war
It wasn’t supposed to happen and yet it had. The Death Eater’s had attacked hours before they had been ordered to and he had had to complete his mission. He hadn’t wanted to kill them but he had to follow his orders. When the Light Lord found out he declared war on Death Eater’s everywhere, thinking the Dark responsible for their deaths.
A blackened soul he is
Tortured by the fates
Of those whose lives he stole
Under his Master’s rule
He tosses and turns in his sleep never resting properly. All the time he can see their faces the innocents that he had killed…for to do so in the name of a lunatic. Even as he starts each day he knows that his soul will never heal from the blackened stain of death that he had been thrown into.
He is the fallen Angel
His white wings torn and charred
No redemption exists for him
No for a soul so marred
It was so long ago that everyone relied on him…but it seems like just yesterday. The darkness that over took him dragged him into the void of possession where no one dared to come for him. He can’t be saved, this is his fate, and no redemption exists for one who has killed so many just to survive another day.
Deep in the heart of his darkness
Sparks a dream of lies
Surrounded by hopelessness
He will find his will to fight
The news came as a shock but even in his hell he could see the light finally starting to shine. It turned out to be a mistake but it spurred him into action of his own. Even knowing he had no hope he would continue to fight as he always used to.
He’s through with playing by the rules
Of his Master’s never ending game
It had been so easy to slip the potion into his Master’s drink without him seeing it. He watched in glee as the Lord of so many…and their deaths drank. He looked up at him his eyes narrowing in surprise and disgust.
Even as he hissed in anger at the betrayal of one who should have been under his complete control his body began to dissolve into dust. The once great Lord was reduced to nothing at his captured enemy’s feet.
Freedom isn’t free though and the puppet fell for without the strings of his Master being pulled he could not continue on living