The Return of Voldemort

Experimental poetry

Tired of hiding, waiting…
Oracle, predictions, worries over
Misfortune

Marvolo reluctantly bides his time
Armed with patient poison.
Reading the stars for guidance.
Voldemort is unpatient.
Open to no suggestions or advice
Lord Voldemort is sure…
Of the way he has chosen.

Return, he believes to be his destiny.
Irrational, however are his hopes.
Despite his calculations he can’t escape...
Death is ruthless even to its followers.
Lying to everyone in faith, nurtured by...
Eternity.