My Poetry Dump

Voldemort's Basilisk

I slither and slide
Through the castle walls,
Mumbling thoughts
Of how duty calls:
I must find a new victim tonight.

Shaken from rest,
Awoken from sleep,
Coerced into submission,
No thoughts of peace,
He gave me the role of a monster.

He guides me, He uses me,
He talks to me as if he cares.
The one person who visits me,
The only being who dares,
He manipulates, apologizes, goes back, repeats.

I want to hate but I can't;
I only hate myself when He's around.
The darkness He pulls out of me,
The me lying in blood on the ground.

The me heeding his every beck and call,
The me creeping, stalking, sliding through halls,
The me living for Him, because of Him,
Giving killing in His name her all.

When a child comes into my cave,
I welcome her with open arms.
He's brought company, I think to myself.
Wrong, not true: He wants me to harm.

I don't want to
But I do it for Him,
I do it for us,
To ease his sinister grin.

Another comes down
And He begs me again.
I realize if I agree
I'm no better than Him.

I stop in my tracks,
Tell him I'm done,
I take back my words,
I attempt to run,
But his hold is too tight; I'm yanked back.

He widdles down my resolve
And there's no choice left in sight-
This is why, when that child fights back,
I let down my guard, giving Him a fright.

I go easy on the child;
Its blows land.
I decide to let this be
My last, final stand.

The child calls a friend,
I see this is my end,
Yet instead of despair,
I'm relieved.

The pain is gone.

I'm no longer a monster,
I no longer must kill.

I'm leaving the world of my own free will.

I decide to die an unsung hero.
My death saved that girl,
My death saved that child,
My death put an end to His madness.

My vision clears;
I'm no longer controlled,
His words no longer have hold,
I'm finally, truly, free.

As the light dims
My world gets brighter-
It took this long to see,
When compared to him,
Death is ten times kinder.

A feminist take on the basilisk from The Chamber of Secrets.