Who cares if she died

by annnne

Under the glare of the stars, she slowly perish in the hands of a Death Eater. A poem narration about a random witch devastated by the war.

A/N: Suddenly pops in my head during the night. Er, yeah. Criticisms are welcome. :D

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Who cares if she dies?

She fears for her life, and runs with all her might.

With nothing but a thin dress, who cares if she dies?

No one knows the lass; a mere foreign dross

Dirt of dirt, Scum of scum

Who cares if she died?

Green eyes filled misery, body overdone with treachery

Bruised skin pressed on muck; four limbs on lock

Pinning her with all his might, he grinned a sinister smile

She silently cries hoping she could just die

And once the deed was done, he left her under stare of the stars

Eyes drowning with tears staining her yellow, sallow cheeks

At her final moment, she saw what she could see

The stars above, watching with so much love

And a frown turned into a smile

Dirt of dirt, Scum of scum

Who cares if she died?