Lips as red as blood …

that used to smirk, back when she thought she was powerful. Now they beg.

Skin as white as snow …

unsullied and pure. Like she used to be. Before she sold her soul.

Hair as black as ebony …

dark and twisted as her heart. And like silk in my hands.

Mirror, Mirror on the wall …

I left her one. So she can reflect on what her life has become.

This once fair witch is in my thrall …

'Please Merlin,' she whispers, desperate. Then her lips are pressed to mine.

Futile.

No kiss can break this spell.


Kizzia: Yes I know, another drabble - exactly 100 words - just what the site needs right now. In my defence, I wasn't intending to do this but after reading all of Kitty O's and then PPitP's and the Emachinescat's and then, well, it just happened. Plus I've been wanting to do a dark!Merlin for ages and I couldn't not post it!

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