Story [Harry Potter] VOLDEMORT POEM

Hello All! Espescially for Pro-Slytherin and Voldemort Aficionado's and Supporters - here's one on our Favorite Dark Lord and Most Dangerous Wizard of All Time - HE WHO MUST NOT BE NAMED, YOU KNOW WHO ...

Born of Slytherin Fame,
Yet of Half-Blooded Frame,
Pure, Half or Mud … be it the same?
Riddle Once my Name,
Yet goodness be my bane,
Love but a shame,
Hate but be my game,
For in the Dark Lord’s Reign,
Alas, Voldemort – you fear my name …

The ashes of pain,
The passions of flames,
Under the Green Snake’s name,
For before ambition’s game,
The Dark Arts I gained,
Idealism I disdain,
I be Love’s very Bane,
For all my shames,
None would hide,
Slytherin’s Heir, destined for Fame…

Of the Passion,
Rising Ambition,
Beats strong within my Succession,
In this age,
Slowly builds my rage,
Griffindor I would engage,
Yet only Slytherin would win … the wizened Sage…

As the Heir,
Enemies shall Beware!
For none can dare,
For even those whom swear,
That they have met,
The Heir,
Alas! Enemies shall Beware,
For none can dare,
For I am the very Heir,
Strong essence in the Air,
Yet mercy I do not care,
Never was I ever fair,
For I am Voldemort – the Wizard’s worst Nightmare …

Let those whom oppose me,
I promise, enemies will never be free!
For a Black Night, a Dark Sea…
As far as you can see,
When the Dark Mark … for all you can see!

My faithful party,
Of Death Eaters, Giants and evil Beings we rally!
Muggles and Foes we tally!
I struck without mercy,
Not even old victims … the muggles you’d pity,
For my rage be not pretty,
Let those against me wallow in pity,
For my name … shone brighter than a city…

Yet my beginnings,
Were far from Royalty,
Born of Slytherin…yet tainted with filth,
The fool of the Riddle,
I could care not he meddle,
Yet my mother he betrayed,
No Love for me to raise,
Yet given Tom,
That was to be … my very name …
Mother’s passing,
My loneliness amassing,
The world soon be crashing,
For my powers be lasting,
Alas magic be lasting,
For Slytherin’s legacy … must never be left for trashing …

Before Eleven,
Yet let alone Seven,
Orphanage no Heaven,
Yet my strength had driven,
A desire for Succession,
Yet no good be masking,
For Slytherin’s Heir … I soon be no mere peasant!

Snakes be my pets,
Darkness my net,
Anger my weapon – you would bet!

For a Parselmouth I speak,
My words seduce the weak!
Yet my tongue sharper than a beak!
My charm flatters the meek!
For even feared you would not shriek!
For I be no mere freak!
I cast my spells … a deadly streak!

Then came the Dumbledore,
For years I would score,
Yet inevitable we go to war,
For you and I … we may have had a kinship before,
But soon …in the Wizarding Wars,
The World be shaken … to its very core!

Yet my time as Tom Riddle,
I could have been polite yet civil,
I be poor but brilliant,
Charming yet flattering,
Parentless yet rich with luridness,
Brave yet vain,
Prefect yet Perfect!
Yet some good in the world I hoped,
Yet Evil words that spoke,
For there was no true hope,
Until Lord Voldemort awoke!
The moment the Horcruxes awoke!
Seven times be my soul but broke!

Then by Sixteen,
There be no road between,
At the passion … and the height of the green,
For only Death would have seen,
I created a scene,
For the Chamber obscene,
Yet Hogwarts be unclean,
Alas the Chamber I unlocked … the unworthy be cleaned …

Then the Diary I wrote,
My soul be broke,
Yet the Horcrux would note,
That I, the Heir of Slytherin … had but spoke!

For only Dumbledore,
Would go the war,
Suspected long to score,
For sure,
Alas we would go to war,
For you and I … we may have had a kinship before,
But soon …in the Wizarding Wars,
The World is shaken … to its very core!

Yet it be not over!
For more Horcruxes moreover,
First the fool my father Riddle, at dinner I served him death,
Then the others, I drew their last breath,
Yet the Ring I claimed next,
Another Horcrux! It sure be Hexed!

For old Slughorn I took to flattering,
For despite his smattering,
The Horcruxes … be my gathering,
And soon my party be gathering,
Death-Eaters, Thugs, Murders and Crooks!
I cared not whom I took!
For so long as I gained,
I cared not for their pains …

Leaving Hogwarts,
I left my marks,
The Diadem … I claimed with flattering remarks,
A deep history and records,
Wizard’s Tradition I ignored,
For the War to be scored!
Blood-traitors shall die by hordes,
For my My New Order,
Only Magic be the Might!
For leaving Hogwarts,
I sought new Masters,
Yet the Headmaster,
Refused my asker,
Yet the Wizarding world needs a savior,
The future leader!
A True Deliverer!
Or the Wizarding Future!

Hepzibah I poisoned,
Her foolish elf, punished for no reason…
Then the Locket,
Followed by the Cup … where I took it,
Reaping a murderous profit,
But I cared not only for profit,
So long as Immortality … be my true profit!

There is no plea nor bargain NOR MERCY!
I, Lord Voldemort show no curtsey,
You better worry,
For as soon as I find you,
Your mind I read,
Your soul I feed,
Your needs … fuel my greed,
Your life … no longer rife,
You are all … but history …

I care not for your dreams,
I care not for your mood,
For emotions I read,
Love I never need,
Of Happiness, Love, Anger, Pain, Laughter and Pleasure … I do not heed …

I am living terror,
I delight in mortal error,
Fools cry Frantic,
I rise a deadly Panic,
You’re frozen static,
From a terror so gigantic …

My very strength,
Alas! It grows in length,
For power I seek,
To smite the meek!
From power I speak!
A mere Curse,
Unforgivable Verse!
From the compelling Imperatus Curse,
To enduring the torturous Cruciatus Curse,
And the feast of Death … served of Avada Kedavra or Worse!
But your soul I disperse!

Our foes are weak!
For my Greatness,
Fuelled only one’s Envy,
The Envy … shall build Spite,
And the Spite,
Develops Hate … Evil Delights!

From my Chains of Struggle,
The Ministry was befuddled,
For only passion is the key,
For true peace to breeze…
Only Magic Be Might!
For Wizards Rule Right!
Alas, through my struggle,
Victory make me Free!
For the Heir of Slytherin,
Will never fall…

Hatred rallies my name,
For Tom Ride once be my name,
But Voldemort I reined,
Alas, it be I-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named,
Yet Voldemort who shall reigns,
Any Pain … is my Gain,
For the fear would stain,
The Light be drained,
For the Serpert’s Victorious!
From Order of Lord Voldemort!

For the years to decades,
Decades to centuries,
The Serpents have planned,
Yet now they be reared,
It shall fuel the Goodness Fears,
It shall break the Peace … that Dumbledore held so dear,
The Serpent’s Vengeance, is my Essence,
The Rage I wield, Oppression I field,
Alas, our vengeance has waited,
Fools I had baited,
My hunger for Power, For my foes will only be wasted …

Yet of all foes,
Only one remains yet to die,
I care not time flies,
Yet he shall dread,
Fate beyond Death!
From my very Breath,
I shall serve him Death!

For I who must not be-named,
Yet Harry Potter … he be my the true Bane,
Never more those of Good Names,
For the Dark shall drain,
My foes shall grow lame,
But the Dark grows Stronger,
My Rule but Forever,
Beyond the World’s Borders!

For I am Lord Voldemort,
Evil, Dark and Passion,
I embrace with Pride,
With no Fear to Hide,
The Light Side, I could only snide,
For flesh is not my essence,
Cowards fall, at my very presence,
For it is my spirit,
It grows, when the Horcrux is near it,
More Power shall I gain it!

Through the Dark Side,
Since the Order of Lord Slytherin,
I led with pride,
For the Order of the Serpent,
Shall soon prove,
There are no Rules,
With the Order of Wizard Kind,
Too was in vain…

Since the Time of Wizardry,
From the Wizarding Wars,
To the Prophecy and Scores,
The lies, schemes and tricks,
The time shall tick,
I have plotted Potter’s demise,
For since his youth,
There is no other truth!
For only the Dark Arts,
Fuels the my pride,
Decades of Patience,
I shall take in stride…

Forever more and then,
The time when,
I was bound,
The very sound,
The Darkness will surround,
He who must not be named?
Yet I be of not other name,
For Lord Voldemort be my name,
And I would Rule,

Of Slytherin’s Fame…

 

This is quite an epic poem!

Alas, Voldemort – you fear my name …

I love this line the best And I also enjoy how you touch upon his background and how thoroughly he rejects all he has been before. Very good!

 

Hello again! Apologies for the late reply - been busy and such....

Well - Voldemort - practically for me he's the only reason why I got into Harry Potter and next to Snape he's my favorite character practically haha