A/N: This is for dancing with tragedies' Freeverse Collection challenge in the Harry Potter Fanfiction Challenges forum. This third poem is about the Patil twins post-war using prompt 5. (Disclaimer: I own none of this except my phrasing)


Darling Eyes

.

they stand

n

o

s

e

to

n

o

s

e

(they're called scars, baby girl)

.

She's lost an eye

but she

SEES

so

much

better

look at that crystal ball

.

The other one, well

she's got those scars I told you about

noses shouldn't

bend t h a t way

(now should they, baby girl?)

that scar from temple to chin

now w h o did that, do you think?

.

b l o o d

doesn't taste so good,

LOOK

at that shattered mirror

they chose to break it

i guess

they didn't

f o r s e e

any bad luck

.

and

mirror, mirror

on

the

wall

who's fairest?

ask them

.

they stand

n

o

s

e

to

n

o

s

e

(they're called scars, baby girl)