AN: A dribble

The Throne Of Pink Oleander

A One Shot

I think it was because she was beautiful that they called her that

Not the beauty that one finds on the cover of a glamour magazine

Or in the well-coiffed model

No

It was that beauty that is found in the grace,

The slink that one acquires when they become a thief

Her beauty was in the fact that a creature whom one would normally gaze upon for hours

Was able to make her self overlookable, unnoticeable

And everywhere she pulled a heist

She would leave a single, perfect light pink oleander blossom

Even though they only bloomed during the summer

She would leave that one reminent of the beauty with which she had pulled off her latest job

Leaving behind a knowledge that someone deadly and beautiful had once stood on the same spot that blossom lay

There is beauty within death,

And in her case death within beauty

Now that I had caught her, after having chased her trail for so long

I felt a chapter of my life close

She walked up that hall with the air of a Queen

And the electric chair…

Was her throne