A/N: Written for the Freeverse Frenzy Competition, poem 7, for the Pairing Set Bootcamp, pairing 7 – Lucius/Narcissa, for the If You Dare Challenge, prompt 94 – chain.
A Larger Poetry Collection
7. Silver and Black
She was a Black
but her face was a carefully crafted jewel
and her cheeks a pale dab
upon an elegant spread
of silver, green and a tinge of blue
And he was the one who handed out Sickles
where Knuts were due, and took Gallons
as the price, whose heart was coated with a well-worn
grease of old, to prevent a further rust
And her hands were a shimmering substance
in a money-hungry world, not carving but rather changing
that grease to a well-furnished oil instead
and then that to a sweet-smelling fragrance
long overdue
But she couldn't take full credit for that
because she was black at heart too
and it was her little golden boy, and golden
strings of a harping tune
that burnt the last of that coal away.
Still, she had her hands in it, and he in hers as well
for the polished silver gleamed too bright,
and that coal on its own too dull.