Veni, Vidi, Vici

by nymphasita

Regulus Black was many things. He was a boy. He was a Black. He was a cousin. A brother. A son. Regulus Black was also a coward. He was weak. He was small-minded. He was easily swayed. Regulus Black was not strong. He was not brave. He was not the good kind of stubborn and he was not noble. Not honourable nor loyal. Regulus Black was nothing.

2. ACT I

A rose has bloomed,

inside my veins.

It heals my wounds,

it soothes all flames.

The colour of my rose,

it is not gold.

Instead, just like the blood that flows,

it is a dark, ugly, dirty

hue of red.