A/N: I seem to have become obsessed with writing Tom Riddle poetry based on my series, Blood and Fire. Oh well, I suppose there are worse ways of spending time – planning the annexation of small nations, for example J Read, enjoy, review!

For anyone who’s been waiting with bated breath for the next chapter of Blood and Fire ::glances around hopefully then sighs as everyone looks disinterested:: well, it’s going to be a little while. But chapter one has been reworked, and its ETA is for the beginning of the week; probably Tuesday. Make a date!

At night, I dream.

Sometimes I wake up yelling,

Sweat trickling down my face,

Heart pounding wildly.

At night, I dream.

I can’t recall all that I see;

People and places I don’t recognise.

Pensieves long spilt.

At night, I dream.

The crouching man and woman,

The door exploding off its hinges,

The dark-haired infant.

At night, I dream.

A deathly pale and snakelike visage

Haunts me in my sleep.

Its fiery glare chills me to the bone.

Last night, I dreamed.

And woke up gasping for breath.

I left my bed; went to the mirror.

Looked myself in the face.

Last night, I screamed.