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Written while reading the last three Harry Potter books. |
| So delicate A depiction of death Can be.... She took a sip From that cup of passion Bitter Yet sweet A solution formed From Temptation, Envy, Avarice, Lust And a rose of black Delicate Yet deadly A sinister smile Forged upon her lips Dripping with the poison The nectar of its petals The sharpness of its thorns The motif of dark Touched her soul And corrupted her Forevermore |