Spells of death and curses of evil,
Shoot around her.
Yet she seems indifferent, somehow -
Calm, sedate, seductive.
Cries of rage and shouts of fear,
Echo from all over.
But she seems to think she's safe, somehow -
Secure, indifferent, watchful.
The mist of the Dark envelopes her,
And from within she shines, somehow -
Gentle, pulsating, glowing - mockingly beautiful.
The Dark Mark shimmers over her,
Yet she is fearless, delicate, lovely as ever.
Green flames seethe around her,
Swirling, shining, powerful.
But red blood looks better -
She looks gorgeous, dangerous, beautiful.
She will be mine someday,
That Narcissa Black.
Lucius.
But Red Blood Looks Better by moonstonesilver
Story Notes:
Disclaimer: Joanne Kathleen Rowling owns Harry Potter and his Wizarding World. Being as vain as I am, I like to think that I own this poem. X-D Also, give loads of love to my beta - Mudblood_and_Proud_of_it - for being quick, efficient, and the friendliest thing alive! :)
Chapter Endnotes: Well, how about that? :D I believe there is a little white box over there... the purpose of it is that you should... type a review, maybe? :P Come on, folks! Plllleeeeaaasssseee *pouts*