Descending into the Darkness

Born in deepest shame
Through the wild sorceries of blood
The dark son bearing the father's name
But more than that, sung the bard
The forces of mystery from the mother
Inherited by the son
Who glorified in the destructive power
And dreamt of being lifted above everyone
The dreams Slytherin had loved
The dreams passed on to his sole heir
Where those who had wronged him would scurry to serve.
Child of Slytherin, see and hear
The shadows in the corner, denied by the light
The sibilant whispers that speak of the darker side
And so it came to pass that he turned to the night
As prophecy foretold, and embraced and nurtured the rising tide
That would someday crush the world beneath his feet
Through the shifting years of wanton chaos he grew more twisted
Until his match he finally did meet
From high cast down by the love he so hated
In an instant the empire of doom crumbled
With the defeat of the Dark Lord
Who fled, broken and alone, to the darkness to recover
But even as the bard strikes the last, lingering chord
Heed the tale, and remember
That the story is fat from over
For in the ebbing tide of shadow the Dark Lord plots his return
Waiting for the day of the final battle
Upon whose ending would decide whether to the light or darkness the world
would turn.

Author's Ending Note: This poem only covers the events of the Dark Lord's
birth up to his defeat and a hint of the prophecy in Book Five. Don't
forget to leave a review and no harsh flames, please.

Travithian Axile signing out