A Harry/Luna poem. I think it's nice.
Disease
Puncture the skin and send in the disease
They call me "Loony"
And they think it'll spread
I'll send it to them,
That's what they think.
Don't go near the rose,
She'll give you a disease
Worse than death but better than hell.
More powerful than thin ice
Power to crack
Born as a trap and a deadly one.
It causes you to go insane
Like her
And we will all be clones
of the Lovegood girl.
But you know it's not true
Because you've been infected with Loony's disease
And the pain is pleasure to you.
The scar on your forehead
Shows your bravery
Like lightning you were willing to strike the diseased girl
And you did.