A/N: Written for the Freeverse Frenzy Competition, poem 15, for the Pairing Set Bootcamp, pairing 14 – Bellitrax/Voldermort, for the If You Dare Challenge, prompt 034 – public opinion.
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14. His Left Hand
The left hand was always
the sullied one,
the one that ran in the soil
and then hid her face
in the shadows
But she wasn't the sort to hide
and he wasn't one to hide
his things
in shame.
Rather, he let her be
in her proud-lit veil
Because he enjoyed that face of hers
which showed all there was to tell.
That left hand of his
that he could face and deny
and still accept
as him
Was a beautiful woman in a demon's skin
That he could hide beneath the blankets
to admire, or to turn aside
Because she still carried the soil
after all
that clung to said left hand.