pureblood + d.m. & h.g. [DISCONTINUED]

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tears of blood,
hands of gold,
with icy breaths
and a heart of stone.
wait for me, my love
at the end of the road,
where no light is present,
but where terror grows.

"Stand tall." The sound of his voice was a constant loop in her head. "She awaits."

oh dear, I fall;
the taste of your lips,
the salt on your skin
is a falsified image

of what it means to be bereft of sin.

She stood alone behind the doors of her fate, keeping her gaze locked at the oak in front of her. He wondered if his piercing gaze would cease her trembling hands, but a glance at her tight jaw answered his dispensable concern.

why me?
I did not wish for this life
Must I only succumb to the will of others?

I am sick of their lies.

"Granger." She tensed. "It's time."

the seconds turn to dust.
your hands are stained red –
red that is not your blood.
I search your eyes to witness regret,
but I saw none.

With legs scratched and her fingers raw, she stood in the silence. Closing her eyes, she her trembling hands came to a halt and she whispered, "It is done."