Her face out of tune,
As she stares at the moon,
Bruises she longs not to see,
Made by the fool who took her dignity.
(A/N: Yes, a bit depressing. But Fleur sang this little bit of poetry I made up after she was raped. It had to be deep, and she was singing about herself, talking in theoreticals or something.)
As she stares at the moon,
Bruises she longs not to see,
Made by the fool who took her dignity.
She has no more tears left,
Stolen and beaten by the Devil Theft.
She was hurt and her dignity shan't remain,
Even though that thought drives her insane.
Every night she sings a lullaby,
And when she's done she bowes her head to cry.
Even though...
She has no more tears left,
Stolen and beaten by the Devil theft,
She was hurt and her dignity shan't remain,
Even though that thought drives her insane.
A sweet...lullaby...
(A/N: Yes, a bit depressing. But Fleur sang this little bit of poetry I made up after she was raped. It had to be deep, and she was singing about herself, talking in theoreticals or something.)