#WritcoPoemPrompt25
She toils through the day,
Without a word or a nay,
She earns her daily bread,
Not a tear does she shed,
Her attention he soon will get,
Observing her become his favorite pet,
They have not met,
Voices in his mind grows louder yet,
ENOUGH he said,
They would not stop.
Not before he took her pretty head.

© Voldemorten