Larxene just sat there.
Cards in her hands.
Along came the schemer.
Looking as if to plan.
She smirked at his eagerness
His eyes ablaze in flame
Out with the question.
So out of his mouth it came
"Tell me what number."
His reply was small
But yet it meant so much
Like a roar through the halls
Larxene smirked as she shuffled the cards
Only 13 out of the deck
Her hand plucked out one
She watched swear drop down his neck
She laughed at him a while
Before smirking ear to ear
"9 of spades" She said simply
Loud enough for him to hear
Zexion shot up from his chair
Smiling so bright
Larxene was a fortuneteller of 'love'
As people had said day and night
Zexion ran out of the room
And collided with a man
Larxene blushed at the sight of him
As twitching developed in her hand.
The man she has liked
With his pink scythe and all
Had come to ask for whom it will be
The perfect apple that falls
Nervously she grinned
As she picked up her cards
She shuffled the cards and wondered who it would be
She knew this was hard.
12 cards left, a very big odd
She wanted to cry
But nobodies didn't do that
To pretend to be happy she would try
She looked at the card
Shock all over her face
It was unbelievable what it was
She was glad it was no ace
She looked at him eagerly
The cards had played its parts
She murmured, "It is me."
"The queen of hearts"
If you didn't know for you clueless people, queen is like the 12th card out of 13. And ironically, or maybe on purpose, Larxene is number XII. So…there. Ya, enjoy!