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—— SWEET CATHARSIS. ( KLAUS MIKAELSON ) †
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—— OPHELIA MORGAN.
As the stake plunged through her heart, tears had fallen on her pale face. She had knew the devil in front of her had been her doom from the beginning but she let him run through her garden. His cold hands laid her fate, the last of her bloodline, the last of her life.
Her vision soon blurred by the art of depiction—the ultimate masterpiece of betrayal fills her eyes one last time showing its blossoming beauty perhaps that could distract her from the blood spilling out of her crushed heart, crushed by the hands of the devil's corruption—his hands covered with the deadly venom that was rested inside of her.
A sorrow sight to stare at as disbelief filled her face...as darkness filled her pierced heart...as vengeance pumped through her cold blood spilling out beneath her...as the stillness of how the air became meeting death once again.
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Not even your little hybrids can save you from what I have in store for you Niklaus. Remember my words that were spilled in blood now drenched in your cold hands,
I will destroy you even when I am dead and you will regret ever killing me.
Love, Ophelia
——— DISCLAIMER. I do not own Klaus mikaelson, tvd/to, or any of their plots and characters. I only own ophelia and her storyline.
Inspired by: @illiicitaffairs & the stories in my poetry reading list. Special thanks to them.
This is a bit different from my usual books so bare with me and that I am a beginner level poetry writer so advice is appreciated!
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