Face as white as winter snow

A serpent tattoo frames her eye

Lips, as red as red could be

Even the mirror lets out a sigh

But she is not a human, no

She is but a mere apparition

Quite different from all the others

Though many have their suspicions

She blends in with them, so perfectly

All these geisha’s, sitting around

No one would guess she is a fake

That would be truly profound

She keeps herself well hidden

Except, with Harry, who’s quite profane

Behind the curtain, she is a star

All decked out, in leather and chains

 

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