#samf

“This is going to ruin the tour”

“What tour”

“The bob seger tour”

You are Pure Perfection

You are born of a thousand years of good breeding, good looks and great minds;

Nevermind the squibs, and traitors, and the deformed ‘stillborns’

Those have all been scrubbed clean, the tree pruned,

Only ‘healthy’ branches left

You are Pure Perfection

A Perfect Little Lady

And ladies don’t do what you once loved to do

They do not compete on broomsticks, or gallivant about the air

They have no need for accolades, awards, or trophies

After all, you’re the Trophy, my dear

You are Pure Perfection

A Beauty among Beauties

So what if your nose is too like your mother’s, a spell can fix that

Your hips too narrow, a medical grade engorgio, and you’re as curvy as they come

Who cares if you can never fly again, in fact, all the better

Shoulders too wide? Nonsense, just carve away the flesh, grind away the bone

Soon your collarbones are so delicate that all the boys drool

You are Pure Perfection

The Blushing Bride at the Hero’s Side

You’ve married the best of the lot

What does it matter that your parent’s left you to rot

Tried to sell you to the Father, so you stole away the son

At least this once, you have won

You are Pure Perfection

A Daughter of the Heavens, Above all the Rest

Ignore the gossips and the words to drag you low

Pretend not to notice the rot growing from inside

Appease the Mad-man that holds your life in his withered hands

Ignore the sinking status of your House, once honored above the rest

You are Pure Perfection

Mother of Beloved Heirs

Do not mind that one son is prized above the other

That for all their lives

Brother against Brother

Bury in your heart the ones that did not live

Choke on your screams, their names, the blood in your mouth

Who needs pain, when there are threats all around

You Are Pure Perfection

Queen of Your Kingdom

And what did it take?

Only you dreams and hopes

Only your blood and bone

Only your heart

Only your soul