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He held the red rose in his weak hands
He smiled almost wistfully at the color
Remembering other things that were also red
Things from his last free winter…
He bought her a red blouse
That matched her Gryffindor house
He gave her a red ruby
For her hand that was so empty
He showed her the red carnations
That came and went with the seasons
He took her to see vibrant red lights
Late on Christmas eve night
He carried her to the red bed sheets
Where they became complete
He spread out her red hair
And kissed her once in despair
He said his goodbyes while she slept
Writing in red how she goes right and he left
In a flourish of red ink he signs his name
Fully intending to end this game
He walked away
He couldn’t stay
She’d understand one day
Why he left her in dismay
Rather than see his red lover die
To certain demands he had to comply
He sat there staring at this red rose
While being handed vicious deathblows
As the curtains drew closed on his life
He remembered once more the color red and his wife
Then Red seeped into his mind slowing his heart
And the Malfoy heir lay deathly still but broken apart.
The End.
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