Beautiful Only Once More
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From this malice-laced dream, filled with pain
A bruise each night before he goes to bed
Tales of deceit and stories of hate
Into his childhood they're spoon-fed
As the darkness enslaves him
Life flashes in his eyes
The last image that comes to mind
Is his lies, his venomous guise
Then a rose, epitomizing his life
Enveloped in sorrow, he cries
It's crushed, its beauty long gone
Fading, it crumbles and dies
Hidden violence revealed
No more tears to be shed
Sad eyes are still open
For now he is dead
No more pain, no more sorrow
Knocking sounds from his door
Entering, you find him
Beautiful only once more
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A/N: I changed this poem from being about a little girl to being about Harry so that it fits into the Harry Potter genre better. Sorry for any confusion, and if you still want to read the original version, leave a review and I'll send it to you.
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