A/N: Written for the A Quest Into the Unknown Challenge, path: The Deathly Hallows with the prompts = Word: Abnormality, Song: 21st Century (Digital Boy) – Bad Religion, Character: Lycoris Black, Dialogue: "My idea of heaven is…". Also written for the 100_poems challenge, poem 68/100 and day 26.
The Pure Black Tree
I can't believe it:
how soiled the world now is,
The splatters of mud now taint
once pristine streets:
not even the House of Black
can keep its pure sheen
save under lock and key.
A world without this mud
looks quite pleasant indeed;
without the soil, the soiled,
only the pure blood that rungs strong
in our lines…
That filth isn't even worth
the ground we tread upon.
If my dear sister chooses to sully herself
with them, then she is a deformity
to be pruned away
from our pure tree.
