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)
