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I danced in the rain today...
An bicycled in the dark, with drops in my eyes
and wrote this:
The marble can not hold
The ideal woman: that was me.
Childhood stories of Faith, Hope and Chastity.
All those things you stole from me.
I gave you my Chastity.
The cracks are appearing, thin and cold
And with that you took Hope too.
For I knew I could not marry you.
And I knew you would never be true.
There was too much you had to do.
The plinth is growing worn and old
And all that’s left is the Faith
Faith in what we could do
Until you smashed that Faith too
And gave me a man that was wrong.
And you’ve lost the gloss of gold
The scales are stuck, and my heart is pinned,
Withered and black and wholly yours in
All its shallow depths. Enjoy the thin
Piteous mews of blind devotion.
You’ve lost the gloss of gold.
And the plinth is grey with mould,
Whilst your cracks grow evermore cold
For this marble castle can not hold.
So... Bellatrix's thoughts for Lord Voldemort...
Next, if I am inspired, his thoughts for her
An bicycled in the dark, with drops in my eyes
and wrote this:
The marble can not hold
The ideal woman: that was me.
Childhood stories of Faith, Hope and Chastity.
All those things you stole from me.
I gave you my Chastity.
The cracks are appearing, thin and cold
And with that you took Hope too.
For I knew I could not marry you.
And I knew you would never be true.
There was too much you had to do.
The plinth is growing worn and old
And all that’s left is the Faith
Faith in what we could do
Until you smashed that Faith too
And gave me a man that was wrong.
And you’ve lost the gloss of gold
The scales are stuck, and my heart is pinned,
Withered and black and wholly yours in
All its shallow depths. Enjoy the thin
Piteous mews of blind devotion.
You’ve lost the gloss of gold.
And the plinth is grey with mould,
Whilst your cracks grow evermore cold
For this marble castle can not hold.
So... Bellatrix's thoughts for Lord Voldemort...
Next, if I am inspired, his thoughts for her