when
night swallowed the sun
he found himself back at wiltshire:
a corrosive ancestral house
a heritage from an absent father
whose face he barely rememberedhe asked
the portraits of great-grandfathers
all emperors have narrow-minds,
don't they?
i doubt they have ever seen
the face of an enemy
its similar scars and wrinkles
its equals ambitions and fears
its twin tears,
as mournful as their own
i doubt they have seen the enemies
and acknowledged them
as humanshis ideology
was a monumental temple
made of mud
and blood
(as red as his own)as the devil told its tale
in defense of the innocent
and the truth arose within the wine
lucius had faced his own dilema:two souls in the darkness
they can't see anything
except each other
(that must be love)
they might not like what they see
but they notice each other
understand each other
accept each other
in the shadows.
and that,
for the lack of a better word
must be called love.(he drowned his doubts in wine)
jessamine palmer
is a filthy mud-blood
the silver moon mumbled
the blasphemous curse
that kept him up all nightlucius malfoy was putrid pride
and a resentment that wasn't his own
but something he had inherited
along with the surnamehis father had raised him
sword of damocles in hand,
mud-bloods are less than us
they shouldn't be allowed here
they shouldn't be allowed to live
and young lucius had agreed:
we should burn them all alive
like they murdered our ancestors
with childish interest;
his father had been so proudthe words of a fool
he realised nowvain peacocks curiously admired
the lord of the labyrinth
walking through purgatorio
following the moon
and the sweet wine
and finding jessamine's deific face
in every marble statue
(velvet rain drawing her tears)he loathed jessamine stubbornly
and had often wished her death;
an spoiled child unable to admit
the truths he had omitted
(since the beginning)lucius liked jessamine
good God, have mercy
he was attracted to herlike devils adore
those who defend themjessamine palmer was:
the only person
he wasn't supposed to like
(mud-blood, dirty blood)
the only person
lucius was oddly unsurprised
to find himself truly likingafter all
his name only meant light
when it left her lips
(oh, lucius)he had listened to her tragedy
that had taken place another april
not kinder than the last
she had laughed at gilded butterflies
tears like pearls
down her cheeks
since the beasts
(lucifer, cain, judas)
that almost murdered her
didn't understand:
an eye for an eye
and the world ends up blind(when they burned the witch
they admitted she was their equal)among all those portraits of vanity
he found one made of melted silver
its expression mimicking his own,
as narcissus
he looked at his reflection
and asked jessamine's last question
to the last tyrant standing;
how much must we hate ourselves
to desire the death of someone
who is so much like us?despite all his father's lessons
lucius had no answer for the devil
he found in the mirror
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