A Sonnet about Narcissa
I watched as they led my sister to jail,
I only bowed my head and did nothing.
Turned a deaf ear as former colleagues wail.
Head held high although my heart was aching.
My husband captured and sent to prison,
I only bowed my head and did nothing.
And then the Dark Lord took my only son,
I can no longer sit back - heart aching.
Child to follow a family’s downfall,
Sit back no longer, a watcher no more.
Futile task to resist the Dark Lord’s call,
Yet I must act - cannot stand to lose more.
I held no great influence or power,
Only desperation of a mother.