Of Flowers and Death

by Still-Obsessed

Sorry . The title sucks. I had to choose one quick. Anyway, this is a poem about how Snape feels as he is dying. It talks about Lily a lot. I think it's me trying to prove to myself he isn't as compassionless as I always thought he was ;P

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During my last moments,

I recalled her laughing smile,

I loved her so,

For her I'd walk a thousand miles.

Her red hair,

Covering her face

Her green eyes

They have me entranced

Whenever I saw her,

With that Potter fellow

I felt so sick,

And my face turned yellow

James wasn't worth her time,

Nor her pleasant talks

He was far too arrogant

And, from courage, he always balks

But forget about that

It is all in the past

As her soon looks at me

After the snake has passed

I try to speak

Seeming unable to do so

"Look my in the eyes,"

for I can see her through you.