Another werewolf victim. *sobs* This is really getting me down, guys...
#4
Lavender Brown
There are few things more sweet
Than a cup of cold lemonade
Drunk on the doorstep
With a watermelon slice
The sun beating down
On your unshielded shoulders
And blinking through rays of
Evening summer light
It's sweet, so sweet
That you can hardly remember
Why you would leave it
For a life like this one
The boy that you liked
When you were eleven
Did not understand when
The letter had come
So now you are lying there
Afraid your skirt's riding up
There's pain, oh the pain,
Much worse than a breakup
Yet as he comes near
The man in the ripped shirt
You smile through your painted lips
And you cannot get up
For Parvarti
You close your eyes
For the little boy
You choke out a laugh
For Won-Won
You punch the man weakly
It doesn't do much
But perhaps you'll die fa-