Ode to Voldemort

[prongs]

If your ashy skin could talk
It would tell a horror story
Eyes like blood and white as chalk,
Take me to the Drawing Room.

We shed our blood in servitude, we do every
Painful thing you say
Only to breathe you, see you, feel you,
Only to live another day.
Lord Voldemort,
Take me to the Drawing Room.

I sit here next to Lucius,
who has nothing to say.
If only that you knew the truth,
That I'd go out of my way
To gain your own approval, I'd give myself today,
Lord Voldemort,
I'll be waiting in the Drawing Room.[/size]

[Miss Murder]

I LUV EET.

[severus]

that's a (*cough* sexy *cough*) great poem!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[prongs]

Thankseroo. *blushes*