Fellowship & Fairydust

~ by Lucy Potter

Now the dream sparks
The tale I heard
said you were a cunning boy
just as I had suspected
of one so cold
You craft a horcrux
Myrtle’s spirit lives again
it’s not enough
and you are back on the prowl
You say the curse
in the living room
the first Tom Riddle falls down dead
you say to yourself, “There’s more to do still.”
You take the cup
it’s nighttime
but oh, you’re too close to stop now
you’re fixed on the horcrux you hope to create
Soon you’re beaten
in time you’ll rise again
the end’s far
and your triumph near
There’s a locket
then a tramp
when you crossed
you were still a young man
But you were already so callous
your name was a contagion
you were vile yet exalted
all the same, I stood bravely
How the tides change
I don’t suppose you know that serf’s name
so I won’t ask you about it
all the things that you did
to escape the cold hands of death
I doubt you regret a thing
heard you’re prepared to face me now
but you’re looking for a fight I don’t want
so what do you have planned?
what do you have planned?
Hear you tell your servant to see if I live
oh, but she lies
they say a dozen years ago
she would not have done so
She doesn’t trust you with her child’s life
maybe that will save me
so sure in your win
you don’t expect
You’re at your best
when you’re on top
above the rest
Master of Death
Now the bells toll