"Black rebuffs the stains of sin, light from darkness of the withered tree, contorted through violence and faith, the branches amputated and spliced with unnatural means. All shall be unbound and unwound as the wingless bird flies, Septimus" blood betrays blood, and poppies bleed their death upon the wedded grass as silence grows deafening. The dead will be borne again as the lion and serpent clash in loving misery as the black swan lie gutted in a pool of her own blood..."