Disclamer: I own nothing but the plot.

AN: I decided to abandon my last attempt at 'The Mediator'. Maybe I'll take another shot at it one day when I'm more experienced, maybe not. Thank you so much Sachnet and especially Crazy Concrete Critic, whose comments although harsh, were entirely useful and necessary.

Anyways, here's a short spur of the moment poem I thought I'd take a shot at.

-Phenia


Loved, lied, lost, left

I loved

I loved her with my passion,

I loved with all my soul,

I told her I'd always be there,

And only she could make me whole.

I lied

One day a letter came,

From whom I need not name,

Telling me to leave her,

If I wished her to live sane.

So I told her ugly lies,

And looked into her eyes,

And saw naught but pure sorrow,

That no one could disguise.

I lost

As days turned to weeks,

More and more I would seek,

Some way to tell my love the truth.

Finally my mind was clear,

Not wanting to lose someone so dear,

Went to seek her somewhere near,

But I found with her only my fear.

She told me I'd had my chance,

And that I'd ruined our romance.

And that is how I lost my lost my love to another's bed.

And that is how I lost my love,

And inmy head,she was dead.

I left

No more pain I could bear,

So today I look in his icy stare,

Today I follow as the Malfoy heir,

Just another pawn in the dark lord's lair.

And that is how I loved her,

And that is how I cried her,

And that is how I lied to her,

And that is how I lost her.

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-Phenia