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Emeralds and Silver

Blood colored tresses fall around my face,

Tears locked forever, frozen in place.

Yet, I smile with malice as you struggle for breath,

for let me confess, though I love you to death.

It is not your emerald orbs that I need,

in my most insatiable moment of greed.

As you lie on the snow covered ground,

you mutter your last words, your last sounds.

"why?" you ask, and I smile and say,

"because blood red tresses fall around my face,

and I am not a little girl covered in lace.

The blood is the color of my long hair,

and because of me, it spreads everywhere.

Blood of the young, blood of the innocent,

but wait! Didn't you once believe me to be innocent?

Alas this can never be so,

for I'll let you know,

it's because emeralds are emeralds, and silver is silver,

silver can pierce you and make you cry and shiver.

But I at my usual, enjoy such feelings of fear,

as I so readily inflict them amongst those I once held dear,

for pleasure is pleasing,

and pleasing is others pleading.

For my bloodied tresses to clash with snow colored tresses.

For emeralds to lie still without recognition for forever more,

is what I gladly have in store.

Because Lions are Lions, and Snakes are Snakes,

but sometimes, Snakes are Lions and Lions are snakes,

for the sorting hat cannot choose what path one takes.

For lustful stares, and lingering glances,

make others take hazardous chances.

Or priceless jewels, and long lavish dresses,

go so nicely with blood red tresses.

Blood ripens the ground before me, staining the snow,

for purity is long lost, and innocence is for show.

Now let me once more confess,

and I'll never redress.

Emeralds are emeralds and silver is silver,

I enjoy making others around me quiver.

For sadism is darkness, and darkness is madness,

and darkness is torture and torture is gladness.

But let my confess,

for I still need to redress.

For the emerald eyes and inky black hair,

looks perfect amongst the blood scattered about here and there.

From the boy who loved me and gave me flowers,

to the boy who taught me and gave me power.

For long lavish robes and long flowing dresses,

for blood on my face and in my red tresses.

For emeralds are emeralds and silver is silver,

emeralds make others happy and silver makes others shiver.

Because long blood red tresses,

go with long lavish dresses.

Because darkness has triumphed and all hope is lost,

and dead bodies lie all over in the snowy white frost.

Because the blood on my hands is yours and not mine,

and because though I once though that you were divine.

I must once more confess,

so let me redress.

Emeralds are emeralds and silver is silver,

emeralds make me smile, but silver makes others shiver,

for power is darkness, and darkness is power,

so as to the boy who once lovingly gave me flowers,

I love you and I'm sorry but I must confess,

power is silver and silver is power.

But I owe you this,

one last lingering kiss."

I lean in and kiss you and you don't pull away,

and with little reluctance, I raise my wand and say,

the last words that you will ever hear,

how the words must fill you with fear,

I watch as the light hits you, and your eyes flicker and die,

and on my face is a smile so sly,

for emeralds are emeralds, and silver is silver,

and silver is power and power is silver.

For power is wrong and power is right,

for as I walk away in the night,

I stare back at you once more and I smile at the sight.

For emeralds are emeralds, and silver is silver,

for though I once loved you, my feelings did wither,

for emeralds are emeralds and silver is silver,

and silver is power and power is silver.

The End