A/N: Written for the Monthly Het-Tastic Drabble-athlon, Hagrid/Maxime, #041 – gift, the If You Dare Challenge, #583 – spoken gifts, and the Het-Pairings Boot Camp, #018 – cloth, and the War of the Elemental Song Quotes Competition, DARK: Dark maiden taking hold of my hand. -Disturbed, "The Night"
A Larger Poetry Collection
103. A Blessing
He didn't think he'd ever find another person like him:
the lumbering black sheep in a sea of graceful white
but not only was she black like him, but a flame
that danced and whittled her path through dense forest trees.
He wasn't like that; he hadn't been like that:
crushed too many times he guessed, for being so big
and the perfect target to hit and not miss
but she'd fought out of that funeral cloth
and he wanted that as well: wanted to look up her
from equal grounds
And she gave him courage, hope and much else besides
as she took her hand, talking with that rolling lilt
that had so quickly hypnotised him while he watched her dance.