The Pregnancy of Merope Gaunt

[alice_pike]

Hey, guess what? I still want to kill someone every time I see this update page.

Anyway, wrote something for my English class based on HP, so I though I'd post it. It's a Shakespearean sonnet, took me just ages to write, and it's Riddle!fic. It's also somewhat AU now that we know who Riddle's mother was and the circumstances around his birth, but go with me, guys.

Title: The Pregnancy of Merope Gaunt
Characters: The "she" is Merope, the "he" is Voldie!Riddle, not Riddle Sr.
Notes: The couplet was inspired by the drabble "Heiress" by bardha, who wrote, "Your belly is a round, white egg, and inside is a tiny serpent."

She slips into a meadow filled with shade.
The night clings to her skin in velvet folds
And eats the flesh beneath. Her foot falls fade
As she steps to a future that unfolds
Before her feet. Her love is yet alive
But flies in futile flight. From the remains
Of false affection one thing will survive,
Whose blood runs cold in his adultered veins.
But ‘neath her darkness, poverty, and lies
There lives a noble heir to legends lost,
A man who will from deepest shade arise,
And those, purest of blood, will know the cost.
Inside her stomach is a tiny snake;
The egg will hatch and she will not awake.