Rose & Lilies Poem by Luna Lovegood

She adored lilies, yet they handed her a rose.
Tossed into the mud,
its color bled away.

She dreamed of painting the sky in gold,
and they brought her ladders to climb—
her heart soared.

They returned the rose,
but its bloom had already dimmed.

Breath caught in her chest
as they guided each step—
not her own path.

At the summit,
a thousand paths unfurled toward the sky.
Bewilderment brushed her softly,
like a feather.

Each road tugged at her soul,
yet they pressed her toward the "supreme."
She hesitated—
not in defiance,
but because the flower in her hand
had long since wilted.