Sanctimonia Vincet Semper
The motto of House Malfoy.
It was the be all
and end all of our society.
A Slytherin Prince
amongst peasants.
Sacred twenty-eight.
Thats what father always said.
Mudblood.
Father also said
that people like her
had the dirtiest blood;
that they stole magic
from proper wizards.
But as she lay bleeding
on the parlor floor
from that very word
carved into her arm by Aunt Bella,
I can finally see
that her blood
is the very same shade of crimson
as my own, and I feel sick.
My gaze fixates to the Dark Lord's mark
his brand upon my own arm
and I know,
that out of the two of us,
she is the pure one.
AN~ this was based off Deathly Hallows, I own nothing, but the combination of words strung together to make the poem.
